Side Thing

Full sized bed and your one night stand…that never ended
when “jut friends” turns synonymous with just pretending
I’ve become accustomed the the workout but you hoping it’ll workout

I’m not a fuckboy by choice, just a victim of circumstances
You not a fuckgirl by choice, just a victim of bad romances

So I’ll keep being the side thing (contentedly)

 

 

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The Hook.

She sung a song on slow bass
The rhythm moved and swayed at her behest

She sung a song on a slow bass
The king of groove that made your heart too big for your chest

She sung a song with a high hook
The chorus was a prelude to this moment that inevitably took hold of me

She sung a song that was reminiscent
A sermon if anything, that spoke to past misdemeanors and Ms. Givings