The texting
The flirting
The sweet dreams-
The hellos
hey baby's
Who are you talking to
It surely can't be for me
I don't take compliments
From men with sticky lips
I can't take a single lick
it makes me
Crazy
More desperate than before
For your kind of loving
Unknown worlds to explore
Those words
I can't trust you on two weeks
I can't rush you to peaks
Amid the valleys I've still to walk
No path is cut clear
Not even for us dear
Those texts they hide
Those words I cried
One flame going while another burns
Which one am I baby can it be my turn
Pull this woman out of the sand and brush off her eyes love
My love has been elusive for too
And all the texting and sweet words
Hesitate to keep her sane in the expectation of departure
