Stranger in the afternoon

Its hard to get in
he crashed my wall
my heart and head spins
i find i dont know him at all
he texts and calls
brings tender water and food
he is my stranger in the afternoon
he comes for thirty minutes to love me in my room
i cant help but wait
i cant help but crave the taste
he isnt free
perhaps he doesnt want to be
could be worse he might not truly want me
Am i his w***e?
his gas refill between home and work?
sometimes its hard to be a girl.
friends with benefits is the man world
should i cut out my heart?
before it breaks in this dark
im consumed by this spark
i dont seem to mind
all i know is when he is with me im alive
he wears a jesus tattoo
maybe its ok to stay with my stranger in the afternoon