I remember the places I used to hide
My feelings locked away
With no one to find the key
Waiting for Mr. Right
But he won’t come
So I’ll settle for Mr. Right Now,
Mr. In the moment,
Mr. Can I take your coat off
Just to see your skin
So I can picture you naked
Full of regret, full of hatred
I do as he wishes
He slips off my coat
Along with my self-respect
My shirt follows and so does my hope
Passion and desire, meaning more than one night.
Now the pants, the bra, the shoes
Like tinny vessels,
A disappearing bruise
And with my last cloth of hope stripped away
My heart and mind meet at that place where they
Know That Mr. Right won’t come. He won’t show.
Because with my self-respect, my hope, it’s gone in the midst
My mind tells my heart that he doesn’t exist