The apartment we won't share
I wonder what sad wife lives there
Have the windows deciphered her stares?
Do the bricks in the walls know to hide the affairs?
The dog we won't have is now one I would not choose
The daughter we won't raise still waits for you
The girl I won't be is the one that's yours
I hope you shortly find what you long for
Two years and some change, isn't it strange?
You're a full-fledged socialist, I go by a new name
The filthy joke that won't burrow in the corner
Of your smirking lips, I mourn it to this day
The story we won't tell is my greatest fantasy
The passion I won't feel again isn't lost on me
The son you never wanted is the wound your father left
And the mother I won't be is probably for the best
Your demons I won't meet, now someone else's word to keep
I'm sure she's beautiful and sweet
Not what I wanted
But what we need