It’s been 4 years. It’s been 23 years. Nothing has changed. I’m starting to believe that nothing ever will. I doubt that you keep me in orbit for any possible reason other than you need me, but I hope that it’s more than that. I have hopes and I will try, I always try. But there’s a moment that hasn’t happened yet. And there’s a reason for that as well.
I’m not there tonight. I want to be, that’s the saddest part. Just to see if you would show or at least drive by. But pride says otherwise, and I know my motherfucking worth.
But there will always be Love underneath it all.
You’ll know where to find me, but it won’t be in your city, it’ll be in mine. This year I’m making a choice, I want to see if you’ll respond. I doubt it. But I’m not going down there. It’s not going to be in my pocket, not yet.
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