But, you see, something’s missing
I don’t care if you don’t want to marry me
Or make babies tomorrow
I don’t want to attach a man to my bed
I just want to rip your body over mine*
With something more
That thing in your eyes that you don’t have
And when you touch me
Those eyes that you flip down.
Where were you?
Somewhere else
In you brand brain
Ruminating something
That’s slipping away so fast
And when tomorrow is happening
You shut down your eyes again
And speak about things and others
Just before you go away
Kissed me on the cheek
*Amy Winehouse
