I’ll take my place in line.
No rush for my sake
priority isn’t mine.
We’ve got no words to share.
constant tension in our air.
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.