"Back In My Bed"

A thing of the past..
That's what she supposed to be.

Verbal agreements confirm our seperate identities.

The Love we had we accept the past tense,
But it seems like we thrive off the "Untitled" Suspense...

No Cuffs,
No Shackles,
No Bondage,

But she's BACK IN MY BED laying under where my arm is..

& when she falls asleep, sometimes I just lay there and stare at her..

Though I know this habit isn't healthy,
Nothing really seems to matter..

& as the morning comes we both wake up to reality,
We don't even kiss goodbye...

Back to our "Daytime Normality".

I guess with light we associate TRUTH,
Actor,
Actress,
The Nominees go to....

No Landslide victors,
Just me & you.

I digress,
And so do you..

But when it's recognized it goes right back to me and you..

Same place,Same time,Same things said..

Why can't I even pretend to get you out of my head ?

Will u ever forget me?

Enough said...

Until then we'll 360..

Back in my bed...