Pillow Talk

I’ll
never
be able
to give
you

Exactly
what
you
want

I can
be
your
standby
fuck
buddy

But
never
your
confidant

Damaged Goods

It
really
isn’t
you,
it’s
me

You
deserve
to be
happy

But
you
won’t
get to
share

In
anything
with
me

But
sadness,
heartache
and
despair

And
untold
misery