a change of clothes

endless rays of morning sun

cascading through the window onto her face

our bodies lined like soldiers

parallel and covered, touching in delicate places

i get that guilty feeling in my stomach 

for the hundred-thousandth time

i gently break the silence

as the bed creaks beneath my spine

she's a heavy sleeper

and i'm just staring at her from the door

i feel like a fanatic

cause i've seen this scene a hundred thousand times before 

i whisper "i'm sorry" and say good bye 

for the hundred-thousandth time

i gently break the silence

as the floor creaks beneath my stride

it's become recreation, it's just a sport

i gave her the slip and walked out the door

hopefully, she'll smile and get up, 

when she reads, "i'm sorry i can't stay, but i'm still in love"

"i'm sorry i can't stay, but i'm still in love"

 "i'm sorry i can't stay, but i'm still in love"

 "i'm sorry i can't stay, but i'm still in love"

and she'll laugh, the hundred-thousandth and one