I want
to see the oceans
but
your eyes remind me
of
shallow puddles.
I want passion cries at three a.m.
Your
soft voice isn't enough.
I miss
last call at the bars on Friday nights
And stupid
fights on weekdays
when I
really should be asleep already;
I miss
waking up to someone
even if
they call me Nikki
and
that’s not my name;
I need
another crazy house party
where
everyone is asking about
that girl table dancing at
10 p.m.
to You Shook Me All Night Long
and
pole dancing at 2 a.m. to
Porn Star Dancing;
I want to go out clubbing
where he
says
“check
out my girl!”
I need
a long drag of another
Cigarette, that I don’t need.
Cause
at the end day, honey,
your predictable.
I need someone open enough
to
share all their drunken thoughts
and intimate
passions.
I just
can’t handle this excuse
you
deem as a nice guy
or
maybe it’s true that
I
always want what I can’t have.
