I am sleepless
Counting the pauses in your speeches
Wondering what you were thinking
or trying to conjure up for projection
and this yearning is much like an affliction
An infection of affection that's now holding me in reflection
Yet I fail to mention your betrayal to my desperation
and remember only the sound of your breath and your chest heaving
As you went on and on aiming for that academy award
Turning tables and settling scores
like so many times before...