He talks about me to his therapist.
I talk about him to every boy I meet,
and they all end up hating me.
I drive to his apartment, late night,
and stand outside in the pouring rain.
He holds me close in the elevator and kisses my forehead.
"I'm so sorry", is all either of us can say.
And it's still there,
the love is still there.
I feel it in every part of my body and I see it in his eyes.
And he undresses me slowly and we lay pressed together,
goodbye bed,
safe from the rain,
seven stories high.
I talk about him to every boy I meet,
and they all end up hating me.
I drive to his apartment, late night,
and stand outside in the pouring rain.
He holds me close in the elevator and kisses my forehead.
"I'm so sorry", is all either of us can say.
And it's still there,
the love is still there.
I feel it in every part of my body and I see it in his eyes.
And he undresses me slowly and we lay pressed together,
goodbye bed,
safe from the rain,
seven stories high.