recurrent patterns is what he likes to draw
i wonder if he has where to grow
his life has passed wanting for more
he is colder now than he's been before
when i tell him my thoughts
he agreeably nods
his soul has been lost forever in words
when he smokes in the kitchen his cheap cigarette
i know he is safe he could be no threat
safe as sex with condom on
i don't want him and he's gone
he could never be my man
and i can tease him all again