If I could coherently explain offsidenThen would you see, my comfortable and uncommitted bridenThat desperation substitutes interest as if it was your playnAm I really whining about something that lasted twenty something days?nnBut you don’t need your mannnMaking our mouths move together but I’d like to keep my tongue firmly in cheeknTrying to extract some meaning, putting a label on it when it’s only been 4 weeksnComfort fixes movements wrapped in tar and now to me its fairly clearnThat you are quick off your flowered heels to smile from ear to earnnYou don’t need your man