Saturday Night

I tasted you you tasted me you were never my taste
Now left alone with precious thoughts of half-assed half an hour stops and talk
so small
I can’t remember ever saying a word
Laced with think naivet
Firm delusions can’t be swayed tellyourself you’re happy we both know the truth
You spoke behind the dirty talk the dirty sheets the sexy walk
Your eyes are closed your heart is open wide and that’s no good
There is something up my sleeve there is nothing in between
You admit that you can’t see so beg my pardon
Honesty’s a virtue that can hurt you let it be The thought that counts is counting down the minutes till I leave,
When I do you’ll be looking for security in words
Thought you know that you won’t get it for the better for the worse
I apologize for me Then I’m back in a couple of weeks
I’m too weak to help it don’t know how to end it I apologize for me