Sometimes Lover
He's not the one to call at 2am when you can't sleep...
or the one you call at 2pm because you just want to say a peep.
He's not the one that's going to massage your back after working long hours...
or be waiting there to meet you with a towel after a hot shower.
He's not the one you can call with tears streaming down your face...
and he's not going to be the one running after you; no matter how slow the pace.
He's the one to call when your thighs get moist...
when your throat gets dry...
when your moans aren't voiced.
My sometimes lover...
We keep it discreet; so undercover.
The only time he's my man is when we're together up under the cover.
It gets hard sometimes knowing he belongs to another...
But I would rather share him than not have him and suffer.
I get the bits and pieces.
The few seconds here and there...
Not even the sloppy seconds because there is never enough to share.
She gets the everyday...
The beginning and the end...
The main menu, the gourmet course; but me?
I'm just a friend...
I wish that we could lay up on a daily...
I hate it when you're not here; it drives me crazy.
Stop calling me baby girl and just come be my baby...
cause all this pretending and wishing is so draining.
I'm tired of eating sides; I don't get full... I'm going hungry.
I'm tired of the five minutes; it's not enough... I get so lonely.
I can never take my time; it's always a rush...
Every time we chilling; your girl calling... like bitch hush.
We can never chill and unwind; it's always suck and fuck time.
I want so much more but I know that you're not mine.
My sometimes lover...
It hurts to be away from you but it hurts to be with you more...
As much as I try to leave, I keep locking myself inside the door.
I need you to let me free...so that my heart can soar...
Instead it's chained to your feet; ready for you to pick up when you get bored.
