the lover's crime is to think alone    waste your time in another zone    my wicked mind thinks you're on loan    learn the manoeuvres again and again    affection and alienation    keep my footing with some of my friends    while others are changing the station    you want to compete    but I just don't care    throw the match    i'll still be fair    you say you're not reaching out    but I saw your flares    admit you and I are defeatist clones    how else to explain the higher potential    wait in line in ill-fitting clothes    only using my gears when it's essential