Feelings are steered through ebbs and flows
In your stylish noble flair.
I'm now accustomed, and it's not your fault,
To all the things being up in the air.
I'm surely the type to prefer it topnotch
But here love can only work part-time.
And you anticipate it will end as I hopscotch
That's why you won't ever allow another try
Before my only chance is diminished
I need to explain so many things I'm unable to envisage
I'm unable to speak louder than my excoriated self-image
Part-time love is the life 'round here
Take off your Nikes for awhile
And sit your a** down right here,
Sip some more wine to rewind
How we both got to nowhere
To all the things being up in the air.