
I bet you tell your old lovers why they should blame me.
I bet you forget to mention that we once existed.
But I was there, making a “yes” out of your “maybe”.
I was there because you chased, begged, and insisted.
And I wish your darlings could learn that I had no clue
When I promised to comply with your high demands.
I bet you call me the poison that turned you dark blue,
But it was you who let go off my trembling hand.
-Jackie