I Fold

I walk these streets like a shadow,

a trap hidden in every corner

My hometown for a million years, Maia!

Still, I feel lke a foreigner.

What if she's brilliant, Maia?

What if she's as smart as me?

What if he's chosen her so well I could have loved her myself?

Don't tell me, my soul was never that bold.

I fold, Maia, I fold.

I've been spending these days wondering what would be worst: if she's pretty or if she's not

If she is, I could hold him as shallow. I could feast for days on that

But if she isn't, I'll know that it's true love -

but against beauty, I cannot compete -

It's July, but my fingers are cold.

I fold, Maia. I fold.

And there are days when I want to feel him so bad it makes me lose my sleep

There are nights I could swear I got the fever just thinking of him

Maia, you said I should try counting sheep.

So I met them, it was on a Sunday. I ran into them on the street

There I was with my near perfect CV, there I was with my college degree

My clothes much more well-fitting than hers, my comments more witty and street

She's got the bosom of an eighteen year old.

I fold, Maia, I fold.