do you want me to tire of you first?
shall I hurt you before I leave you
or will you take that responsibility?
when you hold my hand
will your thoughts be of your next love
or shall I dream of the girl I haven’t met?
Will you forget my name by the time you get home?
Is it easier knowing the words I say
are no more than the air they are carried on,
dissipating before they even reach your ears?
Even so, warm bodies and cold hearts
still make for a pleasant evening.