Don’t you understand?
It was a play
A plan of mine
To keep her to myself
I just wanted him here, the trace of the gold left his long eyes as I knelt down to him
You do understand, don’t you?
I don’t know myself, but maybe you do
There wasn’t a plan to play it out that way
He was just supposed to get played, like a brand new baby
Manger babies are the most trusting
But his body lies dusting
The ally