Is it cruel to say what's true
I'm not inspired at all by you
But to play the pretenses well
I'll continue smiling while I dwell
On all the things I like about you
yet none of this ignites me to do
Anything more than I must to maintain
friendship in which we've gained
Nothing of consequence and nothing new
A carnal exchange in which no spark grew
But to think of the past is against my law
Never compare, only forward stand tall
This sunset I watch, burning out in bright hue
Sets behind my back, and I think of you