Boxer

What a drag not to know how you are, or which of us got the raw deal. I was a dagger but in whose heart? I was the dirt beneath whose wheel? Boxer, don't knock me down. Writer, don't write me out. Stranger, let's not stay estranged. Lover, are we going separate ways? And don't I get a say? Hey, hey, hey. What a drag not to know how you are. What a drag not to know how you feel. I tore the banner around your heart. I tore the banner that said "ideal." Today I'm thinking of you in a new way.