Cakewalk

Coming to grips, feels like I’m grasping at straws again
Insatiable, sensational indulgence
Place our bets under false pretense, in my defense
But I can’t shake the feeling time with you is time well spent.
I can’t quite put my finger on it.
As a rule of thumb,
I’m wrapped around your fingertips
Anticipation, cut off circulation
Impatience, end of conversation
Don’t jump the gun til cards are laid out on the table
A sleight of hand, can’t catch our breath, feelings disabled
What is love if not a label? Greater truth or a cruel fable?
You hit the nail right on the head of my thick skull
Contents under pressure, a constant endeavor
A fleeting thought on the rocks,
Sweetie we can’t expect a cakewalk
I can’t quite put my finger on it.
As a rule of thumb, I’m wrapped around your fingertips
Infatuation, cut off circulation
Temptation, end of conversation
A far cry from the stories we were told
Dried up tears, refusal to break the mold.
Over the years, patience gets old
Can’t buy back the things that I’ve sold
(a far cry) A far cry from the stories we were told
(dried up tears) Dried up tears, refusal to break the mold.
(over the years) Over the years, patience gets old
(over the years) Can’t buy back the things that I’ve sold
Did you leave enough room for dessert?
Or did I spoil your appetite?
Can I walk a mile in your shoes until my cold feet hurt?
My cold feet hurt.