can kill somebody
and that's all you seemed to be made of
not that i need the effort
or the security
or the tomorrows
but i need them
so that i can continue to pretend
that if it weren't for the rest of the world
i'd be your one and only
not all the time
but just a little to linger on my collar
whenever you leave me
a scent, to trigger a memory
to produce the hope with which to feed me
because your shoulda coulda wouldas
certainly ain't gonna
and i need something to hold me over
until the next time you reach
being on the lower end
of your two timing dealings
has me thirsty for something concrete
i don't mind the praying
and the waiting for this,
'ooh, baby, u make me feel like no other'
to become a full time gig
but i'm no longer eating up your broken promises
you can have me yearning and feening and craving
for your lovin'
but ain't nobody goin' keep starvin'
for your "good intentions".