I’d like to disclaimer every relationship that is bought before me
That you are likely to hear this in some mental documentary
Cause’ I write my women down, each one different from the last
But living for the future is too close to the past.
Another throw away relationship like so many are
Like an evening of lust found in conversation at a bar
Who seems to make an impression, more than a fuck.
You let up the barriers, “is this a change of luck?”
The competition set, an old flame takes again
The one that was supposed to be “just your friend”
It’s exciting and we revel in the time we blur the lines
Just completely oblivious to the moral warning signs.
Aware of the situation we are all in
Doesn’t need to be said there is no “win, win”
Knowing I will have to decide at some given point
Knowing one more than the other is harder to disjoint.
Searching for that connection you had with the other
You have realised that this one is not that type of lover
Trying to force that which should not be constrained
Thinking all chemistry should feel the same.
Then the plates shift and all is in the air once more
Never said out loud but a feeling that’s hard to ignore
You then find that problems arise when open isn’t acquit
Something was put somewhere, you didn’t expect it.
You’ve had enough; it’s been too much to suffer
For the 6 weeks it’s been and it keeps getting tougher
You get over one hurdle and another advances
There will only ever be first and second chances.
So I’ll scrap the depression, get my thoughts written down
It seems to helps much more than saying them out loud
I’ll disappear for a while, the end of the whole affair
And not lose hope that there will be some one for me out there