Friends And Whores

Raindrops conversing with my dreary drippy celing
Voices of reason colliding with my urge to be a common slut
I want to punch your number in and tell you how I'm feeling
But I'm suttering on all the  'what ifs' and b-b-b-b-b-b-uts
Committing to verbal cartwheels to please acquaintances
Hearts should never be displayed on the sleeves you wear
So we'll parade around and jaunt through back  door instances
in which I do my best to avoid returning to my barren lair
               
Intuition only assists me so I know which opposite way to run
Your hands, your laughter, your body language speaks shiny lies
I really don't want to lose you, but all this pretending's no fun
because in the end, you're like a Facebook friend I should just brush aside
Shadows dancing on your expression swallow up our nights
I can't read you without holding a candle to your polygonal face
I'm toeing on your tips, and covering up  your slips, am I dealing this right?
You want to gauge my eyes out and you want me to window dress your doldrum days

Friends and whores
Which one shall I ignore?
Which one shall I take home?
Dilemma's snagged my frazzled brain
I shall reside here alone. as if I really had a choice in the first place.

Friends And Whores

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