A prizefigh between your entropy and cowardice  The sweet science of beign in love  The sweet science of giving up  Dis she keep a file of all your lame excuses and vulgar transgressions?  Like the time that you said that you were afraid to confront your fear of confrontation?  A raw deal for your sweet complicit paramour  Someday she'll thank you, of course  That is what deathbeds are for  Now you'll have to dine alone