There’s a man at the window
counting all the cars
he says one belongs to me
I say none of them are mine
you’ve been keeping little numbers
in the pockets of your coat
adding up the strangers
until you think you know
the math is wrong
the math is wrong
you forgot the zero
where I said no
I gave you every ugly thing
laid it neatly on the table
names and rooms and summer heat
everything I wasn’t proud of
you looked beneath the table
for the thing I didn’t say
there wasn’t anything there
there wasn’t anything there
and now you’re sorry
like sorry is a fire exit
like you can pull the alarm
and disappear
don’t tell me
you’re poison
don’t tell me
you knew
I don’t need another prophet
predicting his own ruin
I needed you to ask me
before you knew
the math is wrong
the math is wrong
there are hands
that never touched me
there are doors
I didn’t open
there are men
who wanted something
and then there is
what I did
you forgot me
in the equation
I still want you.
that’s why I’m counting too.
if I tell you everything
will you hear everything
if I tell you everything
will you leave it where I put it