Cunning Demise

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in


But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you…

But it doesn't…
So I no longer fill my tank up with hopes of a successful point of arrival
Since no matter how far I travel, the destination seems to always remain the same, a dead end
Therefore, I avoid journeying down the road of our failed romance, because it only leads me along the path of insanity

Damn, I thought I knew you so well…the location of your birthmark, the scent of your cologne, and exactly what to do to make you cum (back for more…)
But not this time, we are definitely at the point of no return…
No returned calls, no returned favors and obviously, no returned emotions

Man, I guess the major problem with relationships is that often times people change and forget to tell each other
Consequently, leading to the ultimate demise of something that once seemed so perfect
I guess sometimes we have to get to know each other really well to realize we basically don’t know each other at all
Sadly, I still have a crammed memory of unanswered questions, but I will not sit here and assume…since assumptions only serve as termites to any relationship.