Long overdue.
It was cold outside when I woke up this morning. Figures.
So yea,
Like a crackhead trying to quit
I'll be hurting for a couple of days.
I'll be a little colder and a little more unstable.
I'll sleep on the right side of the bed,
Every song I hear will remind me of you.
But in no time at all the knot in my stomach will be gone.
Another set of arms will be wrapped around me and
I'll remember how it is that a woman like me should be treated.
But you, I'm sure
Will think of me every day for years to come.
Every time you hear this song, or that song, or THE song.
Every time you smell jasmine and vanilla
You'll be wishing you could run your hands across my skin and
Lay your head on my chest as you breathe me in.
Think of how good it felt to have my fingers within your hair,
When we'd tangle ourselves up til we were one big ball of
Heat, skin, kisses, love, smiles and trust.
Think of how we danced so close you could feel my breath on your neck,
How you smiled a little inside whenever you saw my name on your caller ID,
How safe it felt to come home knowing I'd be there.
But most of all,
And I can't lie, this is my favorite part.
When they all turn out to be
Not quite what you need
You'll think of me.
Taste as many as you want, but you'll never EVER find another love like me.
And so the process begins...
I'll start by wiping your smile off the back of my eyelids.
Then I'll scratch your kisses off my skin and
Scrub your taste out of my mouth.
Then, when I'm just about rid of you,
I'll clean your traces out of all the places
Only you have been.
So yea,
Like a crackhead trying to quit
I'll be hurting for a couple of days.
I'll be a little colder and a little more unstable.
I'll sleep on the right side of the bed,
Every song I hear will remind me of you.
But in no time at all the knot in my stomach will be gone.
Another set of arms will be wrapped around me and
I'll remember how it is that a woman like me should be treated.
But you, I'm sure
Will think of me every day for years to come.
Every time you hear this song, or that song, or THE song.
Every time you smell jasmine and vanilla
You'll be wishing you could run your hands across my skin and
Lay your head on my chest as you breathe me in.
Think of how good it felt to have my fingers within your hair,
When we'd tangle ourselves up til we were one big ball of
Heat, skin, kisses, love, smiles and trust.
Think of how we danced so close you could feel my breath on your neck,
How you smiled a little inside whenever you saw my name on your caller ID,
How safe it felt to come home knowing I'd be there.
But most of all,
And I can't lie, this is my favorite part.
When they all turn out to be
Not quite what you need
You'll think of me.
Taste as many as you want, but you'll never EVER find another love like me.
And so the process begins...
I'll start by wiping your smile off the back of my eyelids.
Then I'll scratch your kisses off my skin and
Scrub your taste out of my mouth.
Then, when I'm just about rid of you,
I'll clean your traces out of all the places
Only you have been.