Around and around we go, stuck on the same song.
Things coast along nicely for a week or two,
then you back off me, suddenly.
For the next few weeks, your visits are far and few between,
and always well after midnight…
I don’t hear from you at all, outside of odd booty calls.
I begin to feel hurt and angry.
It bothers me to the point of misery,
But as I reach my breaking point,
you turn on your charm…
You have time for me.
I feel attractive to you.
I feel wanted, loved and important.
I let my guard down.
Things coast along nicely for a week or two…
And around we go, stuck on the same song.