Is it cheating to borrow the creativity of the great dead poet Leonard Cohen?
This is from his farewell album.
Surely death is a form of morning after?
Leaving The Table. Words and Music by Leonard Cohen
I’m leaving the table I’m out of the game I don’t know the people In your picture frame If I ever loved you It’s a crying shame If I ever loved you If I knew your name You don’t need a lawyer I’m not making a claim. You can put down your weapon I’m not taking aim I don’t need a lover. The wretched beast is tame I don’t need a lover So blow out the flame There’s nobody missing. There is no reward Little by little We’re cutting the cord We’re spending the treasure That love cannot afford I know you can feel it. The sweetness restored I don’t need a reason for what I became I’ve got these excuses. They’re old and they’re lame I don’t need a pardon. There’s no one left to blame.
I’m leaving the table I’m out of the game