you dislike the kisses I give you
you say no to the rubs on your back
pushing my hand away
pushing me away
pushing my love away
woe to you, I see you now
jumping to the beats of my new Bentley
gnashing your teeth to the screech of my thick rubber
waiting on my love like Godot
I see you man
I see you wanting to be the center
the center that you were
the center that you want to always be
the center that YOU WILL BE NO MORE
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
you dislike the kisses I give you
you say no to the rubs on your back
pushing my hand away
pushing me away
pushing my love away
woe to you, I see you now
jumping to the beats of my new Bentley
gnashing your teeth to the screech of my thick rubber
waiting on my love like Godot
I see you man
I see you wanting to be the center
the center that you were
the center that you want to always be
the center that YOU WILL BE NO MORE
Reference: Waiting on Godot by Samuel Beckett
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