I can see the future. Someday
Your stale eyes will glance over
Mine and finally decide that
They're looking for another.
You deny, deny, deny, but
I know what lives inside your
Mind and finds desires that
I have left, unable to fufill.
I'm waiting in limbo, knowing
The What but not the When or the Why.
Therefore. I'll lick up every
Last drop of affection and hold it
In the back of my throat
Because nothing lasts forever,
Does it?