back then you were still pretending to be selective, you hadn't yet admitted that any old love would do, back then yo uwere above it all, you had a thousand choices, and that's what you said, and you had a long list, and you were only ling to yourself, and all your ruels made you feel special, and you rpetended the door was locked so tight, but if so why isn't it rusted ,and the lies you tell do not become reality, do the simplicity of your shame, and i saw him at the grocery sore and over maror and matzoh asked himif he would come over, big eyed and stupid he stumbled over what to say, and i turned around and let him--there ends a dream of two years--and now i am free, and your are still pretending to be selective, you haven't yet admitted that any old fuck will do