If I could coherently explain offside
Then would you see, my comfortable and uncommitted bride
That desperation substitutes interest as if it was your play
Am I really whining about something that lasted twenty something days?
But you don't need your man
Making our mouths move together but I'd like to keep my tongue firmly in cheek
Trying to extract some meaning, putting a label on it when it's only been 4 weeks
Comfort fixes movements wrapped in tar and now to me its fairly clear
That you are quick off your flowered heels to smile from ear to ear
You don't need your man