I think next time I fall in love
I’ll pick someone who isn’t you
That way I get your wise advice
and not the stupid things you do.
When we were friends, not lovers, then
I could explain and you could see.
Perhaps next time I fall in love
I’ll be someone who isn’t me.
Or is it love that clouds the glass?
Love makes me needy, makes you gruff.
So love’s the thing I’ll do without,
I think, next time I fall in love.
1st October 2003
