I've Lost a little weight And might have lied about my age And nine months to the day My name escapes you. And you seem so surprised And I've seen neither hair nor hide A sight for sunken eyes It's nice to see you What, what's the rush? You've Said too much Unsure of what's Stirred such a fuss You've heard enough From those of us No longer young Nor lovely Enough... for Love Try Not to Scream As strange as that must seem It's best not to breathe I know that's hard to believe Just don't make a scene At least until she leaves. I've Saved a little face And bought a book of children's names There's no need to explain The lengths you went to. I read between the lines Still, something doesn't sit quite right I've died a dozen times What I've put you through. Wait, what's the rush? I've Seen Enough Weary of What's Become of us You've had enough Of those of us No Longer young Nor Lovely