Sunday Morning

Sunday morning he sleeps in,

his delicate eyelashes,  

his delicate skin

No wonder our waking life

is drenched in sin

I couldn’t love any other boy

Sometimes I stay up all night

writing pages and pages of why he’s the one

I can’t even almost fight it

I’ll never be done

I couldn’t love any other boy

I’m a skeptic of the spirit world

and the meanings we assign to our life

but I think I’m meant to be your girl

and I can see myself being your wife

I couldn’t love any other boy

I’m not a musician

but I feel my heart strum yours to sleep

I belong to no man

but I’m yours to keep

I couldn’t love any other boy

One must love themselves to love another

what a lie!

He taught me to love myself

I taught him it was okay to cry

I couldn’t love any other boy

He had other places to be

that didn’t include me

I forgot how to breathe

I can barely even see

‘cause I couldn’t love any other boy