If I had more than this to give I’d probably do what you’re wanting me to; I’d have you back Though it tore me in two I’m no exception to the rule That makes a fool And if I had more than one life to live I’d probably want what you were hoping I’d got And take you back With no memory of wounds No exception to the rule creates a fool I don’t work it out but here’s my guess You liked me better when you knew me less I was lucky at the tables but when it came to love It seems that Dying young takes all the best And I love you so much I’d be your clothes Where my heart wanders the action follows And as hard as it is to keep from wanting you I’ve got a choice of what will kill me And it won’t be you… What makes a fool?