We Do Not Belong Together

Yes, George, run to your work.

Hide behind your painting.

I have come to tell you that I am leaving

because I thought you might care to know – foolish of me

because you care about nothing.

I care about many things.

Things – not people.

People, too.

I cannot divide my feelings as neatly as you

and I am not hiding behind my canvas

I'm living in it.

What you care for is yourself

I care for this painting.

You will be in this painting.

I am something you can use

I had thought you understood

It's because I understand that I left

That I am leaving

Then there's nothing I can say

Is there?

Yes, George, there is

You could tell me not to go

Say it to me

Tell me not to go

Tell me that you're hurt

Tell me you're relieved

Tell me that you're bored

Anything, but don't assume I know

Tell me what you feel

What I feel?

You know exactly how I feel

Why do you insist

You must hear the words

When you know I cannot give you words?

Not the ones you need

There's nothing to say

I cannot be what you want

What do you want, George?

I needed you and you left

There was no room for me

You will not accept who I am

I am what I do

Which you knew

Which you always knew

Which I thought you were a part of

No

You are complete, George

You are your own

We do not belong together

You are complete, George

You all alone

I am unfinished

I am diminished

With or without you

We do not belong together

And we should have belonged together

What made it so right together

Is what made it all wrong

No one is you, George

There we agree

But others will do, George

No one is you and

No one can be

But no one is me, George

No one is me

We do not belong together

And we'll never belong

You have a mission

A mission to see

Now I have one too, George

And we should have belonged together

I have to move on