I Think I’ll Blame

I think I'll blame my death on you
But I don't know you well enough
If I did we'd be married now

For the full enjoyment (and I promise you
There is such a thing)
It is not enough to read between the lines
That is child's play
And we are not that fond of children

One day you will pick up this book
As if for the first time
And say to yourself:
I don't know how the guy pulled it off

Line after line rises from my predicament
The nerve, you'll say the fucking nerve
And strengthened by your indifference
To the matter not to mention
The entire question of the past

You will recall how good you were to me
How good I was to you

And standing at some commanding place
Like a window or a cliff you will know
The full enjoyment