michelle, was i wrong, to hold your hand?
it's a hard thing, to admit that i was wrong
so i will be alone tonight
pushed out of sight and out of mind
michelle, your whole life is on tonight
'cause i speak with your breath from amongst your thighs
so wake up to your heart from your shady place
and choke on the poems that you gave to me
are such words to forget?
michelle, you were wrong to hold my hand
and for your dreams here's a child's song
you won't have to forget.