The tiny slip at midnight. A little sip at noon. You're tired and torn approaching dawn. My penitent buffoon. Wouldn't you think I'd know by now. I shouldn't have entertained it. Couldn't you keep that to yourself. You cried for my forgiveness. You say it sets you free. You summon dear the shameful tears. That spill all over me. Wouldn't you think I'd know by now. I shouldn't have entertained it. Couldn't you keep that to yourself. The penny rides at evening tide. The vain requests. The blush of the night. And the blooming bush. Where you failed every test. What should I believe of you?. What should I forget. Am I innocent yet. Is it the wife you would have beaten. Is it the child you couldn't bear?. I fear you have mistaken me. For somebody who cares. The sophisticated victim. That you skilfully request. You can hide behind your wishes. You can hide behind despair. And all the wretched syndroms. That carry away the blame. Couldn't you keep you keep that to yourself. And wouldn't you shouldn't you couldn't you. Keep that to yourself