With You Without You
Michael Thomas Kinsella
Tragically, Fate frowned upon me on the day she found my diary
The vulgar contents of my head far too filthy to forgive
I'm so sorry that I'm still sorry
In my middle-age of discovery every mistake's a luxury
Now I'm with you without you
Famously, Fate left me for dead with two daggered-eyes in a stranger's bed
It was the violence I needed
Only blinded could I see it
In my middle-age of discovery every mistake's a luxury
So don't ask me where I've been -
I'm home and you and your cat got my tongue again
This is life with an asterisk
This is life now
I'm so sorry about the mess
You don't have a thing to wear
You can't take me anywhere but I'm with you without you
I'm with you without you"
