but he's just learning to forget.
hanging from the precipice
without the comfort of a safety net
all this daily discipline
all this testing of his mettle.
she dares to dig around in all the details
of their disappointing drama
but he would rather settle for less
less is more, more or less
it's the very fine art of out of control.
lord knows he's been nasty neat
so busy ignoring the blinding glare
of their agonizing defeat.
she checks to see if she's half empty
or half full
some misunderstood vessel
but he would rather settle for less
less is more, more or less
they both solemnly swore
for richer or for poorer
it's the vacuum that nature abhors
so one would wager it best not to whittle away
what little love they have left
but he would rather settle for less
less is more, more or less.