Addict-ed

It was sup/pose to get easy-er
from day-to-day
but I've definately taken
a couple steps back.
Dreaming of your perfect/lee
ener-gized body
being ravaged
by someone new.

Your words,
like bricks,
keep me out,
of your weekends
guarding me,
from the truth
good boys can't handle.

If I could finally have you,                      
it would be slow/lee,
so I could feel you in it,
so I would know,
who you were not.

But as usual,
with razors for a smile,
you poke my soft spots,
you rough tease me
with thoughts of love,
I cannot hold.