Mea Culpa

Now that I've got nothing
To lead me

I know it's just
A matter of luck
Nothing can tell me but time

In my life
It's hard to tell
But it's not hard to say
There'll be a day
When you're not there

And who taught you how to talk
Because you're just
No good
At all
And can I call myself a stranger?

I'm like a stream that's conflicted but can't split in two

Now that I've got not one
Good reason
Some [/] on ice
With a lemon slice
Keeps me company now

And I'm lying
To myself
When I say
That I can wait

But you're not there
Look at this [?] to talk
Because you're just
Not there
At all

Oh can I call myself a stranger?
What do I do?
And I'll let you stay

At least now I know that I've got this all wrong