glutton

I might be a glutton
You might be a bit too thin
Each one of us silently concluding
That ours is the greater sin

And I know that I'm wasting my time
Filling up my mind with reason
And you know that the more you try to hide
The less I'll be inclined to come seeking

You think that I'm empty
I think you're full of yourself
Our lives are spent tandem, spinning wheels
In the mud of a circle of hell

And I know that I'm wasting my time
Drinking myself blind with an aim to forget
And you know that the more I try to bend
The less you will pretend to even give a shit

I want you
To feel the way I feel
Feel the way you make me feel
I want to
Feel the way you feel
Feel the way I make you feel

Go on, take a Mulligan
We all need a second chance
This game was made for playing not for winning
And the promise of true romance

I might be a poet
You might be my Beatrice
We might find the key to our salvation
In the spark of a single kiss

I want you
To feel the way I feel
Feel the way you make me feel
I want to
Feel the way you feel
Feel the way I make you feel

I might be a glutton
You might be a tad extreme
We'll both need some medical attention
With our hearts bursting at their seams

And I know that I'm wasting my time
Sipping sparkling wine in the summer air
And I know there are other things to do
Than spend the day with you but I just don't care.
I just don't care.

end.

glutton©2006 by frank caravella