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.