I\'m tired of the lies and the games —
the slough of nameless men
cycling through your day,
again and again.
While I get all the promises,
promises that put a smile on my face
from ear to vulnerably outstretched ear.
The perfect orator knows how to tickle the brain,
knows how to say EXACTLY what we want to hear:
\"I\'ll be right back, then you and me,
we\'re ringin\' in the new year...\"
Now I\'m walking grooves into the office floor,
cuz the room you rent is right above me.
The anxiety raising listening to the calamity
of the back and forth pacing,
what sounds like you\'re racing
to get ready to come and see me.
And then a certain calmness
just minutes before the countdown...
Gotta take a breath to slowdown
put the office on lockdown —
my heart is in full on meltdown mode
waiting for you.
And waiting...
Just waiting...
And then,
for the next two hours
listening to you f*** these two unknowns;
the laughs, the moans,
the creaking shower, banging headboards,
and the groans.
My emotions sending my soul an error code.
And here I am,
spending new years alone.
And another two hours drone on:
All silent on the upstairs front,
And nothing on my phone.
Each waning minute shaking my foundations apart.
So I pick up what\'s left of my wounded heart
and punch the clock early and head home.
And then you pull away,
and say it\'s because you\'re afraid
that I\'m pulling away.
But..you haven\'t spoken to me in days,
not since THAT day,
when you had to call me crying to say
you\'d lost the money I gave you.
The guilt in your voice,
knowing you scarred me,
hoping I\'ll still come through for you
and save the day.
And as my bank account slowly bleeds
and drains away,
I pray my heart out I get to see you.
And for the two minutes I get to see you,
(Two more unknowns again in tow, by the way),
We have a conversation that literally ends:
\"To Be Continued...\"
And I just don\'t know if im ready handle
the fact that s*** shows like ours don\'t bounce back,
They get cancelled...