I used your empathy to make a brand new suit that I could wrap around me and tailor confidence from my reticence, that I would be like the Divorceé; reminded - you're never gonna get a guarantee. Like the also-rans with their naked hands: too wise for your optimism and naiveté. You gave me your decency and chased behind the beaten, where we could force forgiveness from news that loyalty was the b****** that reminded me that I would be like the Divorceé; reminded that you're never gonna get a guarantee. Like the also-rans with their naked hands: too wise for your optimism and naiveté. Let me have yours.