The apartment we won't share I wonder which side of white lives there Have the windows, deciphered stairs Do the bricks and walls I know to hide the affairs The dog we won't have is now, I will not choose The daughter we won't raise still waits for you The girl I won't be is the one that's yours I hope you shortly find what you long for Some years and some change, isn't it strange? You're a full-fledged socialist, I'll go by a new name The filthy joke that won't burrow in the corner of your smirking lips I'll mourn it to this day The story we won't tell is my greatest fantasy The passion I won't feel again isn't lost on me The son you never wanted is the wound your father left And the mother I won't be is probably for the best Your demons are all made now Someone else's word to keep I'm sure she's beautiful and sweet Not what I wanted, but what we need