I wrote a song,
but then realized that it wasn't my song,
but your song.
So I came to you
and I gave it to you
and you took it and considered it for a moment...

and then you gave it back to me,
and let me know that you were not, indeed,
in the market for a new song
but that it was a nice song
and I should keep it.

So I have it now.
But I don't want it.
It's empty if it's not yours.

I guess I could keep it.
I'll just pretend I never wrote it.
That you never heard it.
That you never didn't want it.