The night went so well
I take him back to the hotel
I’m waiting in the car
for a kiss to say farewell
but it doesn’t come…now I’m confused and feeling dumb
I like to talk to you…even if it’s just for fun. it took so much time to pull myself out of my mind
I’d like to find a way
to crawl back inside and hit rewind
to replay some moments…frame by frame & one by one
I think I’ll stay awhile…even if it’s just for fun.
I wanted one day to roll into another
to hide him and seek him under my cover
I want him to say, that I am his lover
I want him to hear me over the others
This time around
he don’t leave me off where he last found me
I’ve come too far
to talk myself out of this now
if I just sit back…will all my rules start to come undone
I like being here…even if it’s just for fun.
It’s an odd sort of dressing room
the way that these lives are intertwined
on covered chairs in luminescent light
I’m shopping retail without a dime…
It’s an odd sort of dressing room
I’m thrifting out for what could be mine
unfolding chairs and florescent lights
I’ll set the curtains on fire this time
If he don’t call back
will all my clarity come unsung
this is good for me…it’s almost just like having fun.
