There is another woman living
In the friction
Between your hips and my thighs
Do you think I haven’t seen
The memory of her
Swimming in the moisture of your eyes?
Do you think I haven’t noticed
In the lines around your smile?
Do you think I haven’t realised
You’re somewhere else all the while?
Do you think I haven’t measured
The distance between
What you say and what you mean?
You’re not the first to show up here
With a broken dream
Slung over your shoulder
Heavy with things you never told her
How you’re wishing you could hold her
As we’re lying on my bed
I can hear her broken promises
Resounding in your head
I’m tired of being a consolation prize
I’m tired of soothing away silent cries
I’m tired of picking up the pieces
And wasting all my kisses
Wondering why no one misses
Should I just accept the fact
That she’ll probably want you back
Once she remembers all the things
That are making me fall in love with you?