The wine is gone. We are drunk and close.
Next to the bed is a pile of clothes.
The lights are dim and we’ve just begun
But my heart is the only pounding one.
You look away. I know the signs:
The ticking clock, your secret sighs,
Impatient touch and a love undone.
And my heart is the only breaking one.
Your arms are still around my waist
But your eyes reveal you can hardly wait.
I’m your found and spent, a chapter’s end,
On the way to your next obsession
Just a practice session.
You start to talk a bit too soon.
Your fingers drum a little tune.
We’re skin to skin but you’re set to run.
And your heart is the only steady one.
Your body is still in sync with mine
But your touch betrays what’s on your mind:
I’m your yesterday, an afterplay,
On the way to your next obsession
Just a practice session.
You used to say, “You steal my breath”
But you say it now and it sounds like death.
I’m your been and gone. I’m your seen and done.
‘Cause you travel light, never stop at one.
And your lips are on mine just like before
But I know that you’re halfway out the door.
I’m your transit zone, a stepping stone,
On the way to your next obsession
Just a practice session.