I don’t feel any haste when I’m with your smile
But you seem to be in such a rush
Cuddles and kisses stringing me on awhile
As my bruised heart turns into purple mush
Footsteps echo through the corridors of my sorrow
Silly old me still optimistic for tomorrow
Hopes riding on good luck charms and fingers crossed
Looking for love, only to get lost
I simply cannot move on
For I’m stuck in the muck
The quicksand of your allure
There is no cure for the poisonous caress of those lips
And uncertainty is all I know for sure
You tell me that I’m wrong
You whisper that you care
But out of all our tender passion
You always get the greater share
And my dearest darling
That’s really just not fair