Trouble

I'm holding his face
It's rough and it scratches my skin
While he's kissing me

He won't shave
When the shower's not draining

He wonders if six or seven months
Is worth changing his whole life
I'm wondering the same
For myself

He's not he first one to make
Promises while sleeping on the couch
But he is the first one who
Ever made me want to say no
To the others

My plans that were set in stone
Are slowing eroding
Shifting and shaping into something else
Possibilities
And I have a sneaking suspicion
That just like the times before
I'll be made a fool of in the end

Left only with the lesson
And a few love notes