It’s not fair.
It just isn’t fair.
I love you and you love me too.
It’s not fair to you; I’m having an affair with you’ll never guess who.
It’s so polite,
the way I’m treated, warmed and sweetened, up with you.
But this is something else, I’m going places I’ve never known were possible, without you.
It’s not fair.
This couldn’t have happened at a worse time.
I’m losing my hair, all my worrying has gotten me tongue tied.
It’s not right what I’m doing,
but I won’t stop.
This is feeling like I’m breaking out of prison, and you’re that damned cop.
Trying to bring me back to unstable, mediated with your dysfunction.
I won’t let you take ahold of me.
I’m already hitting the road.
It’s not fair to you.
I’m having an affair with you’ll never guess who.
It’s been a great dying wave since this storm started and I’m sailing out of your bay.
My blankets are calling my name, my dreams are reeling me in.
I’m having an affair.
I’m loving this affair with you’ll never guess who.
Dreaming.




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