Cakewalk -

Coming to grips, feels like I’m grasping at straws again

Insatiable, sensational indulgence

Place our bets under false pretense, in my defense

But I can’t shake the feeling time with you is time well spent.

I can’t quite put my finger on it.

As a rule of thumb,

I’m wrapped around your fingertips

Anticipation, cut off circulation

Impatience, end of conversation

Don’t jump the gun til cards are laid out on the table

A sleight of hand, can’t catch our breath, feelings disabled

What is love if not a label?

Greater truth or a cruel fable?

You hit the nail right on the head of my thick skull

Contents under pressure, a constant endeavor

A fleeting thought on the rocks,

Sweetie we can’t expect a cakewalk

I can’t quite put my finger on it.

As a rule of thumb, I’m wrapped around your fingertips

Infatuation, cut off circulation

Temptation, end of conversation

A far cry from the stories we were told

Dried up tears, refusal to break the mold.

Over the years, patience gets old

Can’t buy back the things that I’ve sold

(a far cry) A far cry from the stories we were told

(dried up tears) Dried up tears, refusal to break the mold.

(over the years) Over the years, patience gets old

(over the years) Can’t buy back the things that I’ve sold

Did you leave enough room for dessert?

Or did I spoil your appetite?

Can I walk a mile in your shoes until my cold feet hurt?

My cold feet hurt.