azzeccatissima...

He comes for conversation
I comfort him sometimes
Comfort and consultation
He knows that's what he'll find
I bring him apples and cheeses
He brings me songs to play
He sees me when he pleases
I see him in cafes

And I only say, hello,
And turn away, before his lady knows
How much I want to see him
She removes him, like a ring
To wash her hands
She only brings him out
to show her friends
I want to free him.

Secrets and sharing soda
That's how our time began
Love is a story told to our friends
It's second hand
But I'll listen to his questions
I'll give my answers when they're found
He says she keeps him guessing
I know she keeps him down

She speaks in sorry sentences
Miraculous repentances -
I don't believe her.
Tomorrow he will come to me
And speak his soul,
endlessly and he'll ask me why -
Why can't I leave her?

He comes for conversation
I comfort him sometimes
Comfort and consultation
He knows that's what he'll find.