Till human voices wake us, and we drown

Then it happened as it always does. I'm always found out. I can't keep it a secret.

That I'm too selfish, too greedy or too weak.

Or maybe it's not things that I have in excess; maybe it's the stuff that I don't have in adequate measure. I'm not kind enough, not brave enough, not there enough.

She asked me, "What do you expect of this?" and I didn't tell her, though I knew exactly what.

I expect I'll make you happy for a while, then I won't be able to any more.