I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,
I have only half my heart.
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,
When you spread my legs apart,
That you found, found, found,
I could fasten on so tight.
I could suffocate you sweetly;
I would wrong to feel all right.
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,
That you never called my bluff,
And will be sorry, sorry, sorry,
That your love was not enough.

I made you because I needed a place to be honest.
Maybe poetic.
He's not it.
Because you're not it.