Hey! Hey!
Trust me they are only words,
Hair dyed, contact wearing,
arm shot, back that won't bend.
BBW? Huh? Don't make me laugh.
I am 45
I live, I breathe, I feel.
I am a liar
I say what you want to hear
mean it now, not a year from now
I am a liar, a phony
Trust me? Fuck you!
Not a word.
I love you, marry me?,
will keep asking.
Words,
mean them now, not a year from now.
I'm really a virgin, I hate sex.
contact, sweat,
push, trust,
the mercy fuck that's really an act of love,
lovers, friends, who can tell?
From open arms, stroke of the face, kind words, loving care,
to
the helping hand that's really a kick in the face.
U Ok?
No, I'm not.
Shrug of the shoulder,
cold shoulder.
Trust?
Not a lot.
I'm a liar,
words?
Mean them now, not a year from now.
Hey! Hey!