where did you hear,
did you see them
and where did she go
with the man she said
she didn't know.
silky sly suzette
running up my balance
without so much as
a goodnight kiss.
i say i miss,
she asks for a check,
i wish she could stay to chat
instead of running with another man
who isn't me and doesn't seem
to treat her like the lady i see.
call it stockholm,
call it stupidity,
i feel some type of thing
that's beating from the seeps of my chest,
trying to say hello
after years of being alone,
riding the not so beaten patterned road.
use my money,
use the wealth,
just promise you'll come home
to sleep on these sheets,
no matter who you bring home.
