Routines

skin

I can see your thoughts behind you’re eyes

Even through my drunken haze

You think I’ve fallen for your trick

That I am easy as you are smooth

I’m sorry but not sorry 

It’s the opposite of just that

I’ve danced this dance before

I’ve seen the ending of this movie

I've sang this song

I've driven this route

I know exactly what happens

from here. 

They’re all the same

So I’m not surprised

Not when your hands move, move me, then wander

Not when your eyes linger

I know what you want

And it’s not a love story

It’s convenience, opportunity 

I know, I know

then

I don’t feel like standing here

Staring at nothing, no

What I really want is

Probably the opposite of that

I want to drop to my knees

Scream until my throat bleeds

Not get up

So the ground will swallow me whole

Maybe if I ask nicely it will

Will I feel like this all of the time?

I think I'm bored of it all.