Why Spare Returns

just when I think I'm out I'm back in
when I thought I had left it behind me
I'm weak in the way I don't want to be

I hear the whispers that don't speak to me anymore
I can barely feel the eyes that don't see me anymore
and even her loss is not mine anymore

now it's 7 AM on God's own Sunday
and I don't know what to do with myself
or who I should belong to

Romance has left me, or I have left Romance
and stretched like a slinky I creak and groan
shame is a comfort, hope is a poison
I still love ya, ya goof

stranger things have happened with strangers
some of them are happening to me now