When you've waited not long enough
And it almost seems like weeks.
It smells as fresh as lemongrass
But dried it feels.
You know it's not love
But nonetheless, it's deep.
It's a mystery to seek.
When you want to live it through,
But it leaves you.
It's not easy, loving you.
So you choose to go.
And want me to leave you.
Because its easy to let go
And not easy, loving you.