It’s Still Pathetic
Moving closer up the sofa, as you do, he recoils
Make your move, and try and take the spoils
I have no sympathy, when he jumps up to make a tea
You have a kiss as rough as sandpaper, a touch like a rock
Its just because you can hear your biological clock
It doesn’t sound like it used to do, wonderful thing is age
As he returns from the kitchen, he returns to your drama, your stage
You would give anything to be under those hips
And to stroke his tongue with your lips
But all of the beauty you tried to muster
Still leave you looking lacklustre
Its still pathetic
And he knows, I think he knows
She brought a new dress and combed her hair
But she got not one advance, not even a stare
Your persistence is to be admired, you never get bored
Even if you do get persistently ignored
As he stands and walks away
It must be hard to admit you’ve lost it all
Its so hard to tell when you’re going to fall
Yet you tell yourself, its gonna happen someday
Its not his fault he doesn’t feel the same
He doesn’t even know your name
What’s your name? What’s your name? |
Submission Name: It's Still Pathetic
