REVOLVING DOOR

Waiting by the door

Feeling a bit sore

But it’s your imagination

Of rules in which I bend

A candled situation

Burning at both ends

But when the daylight starts to wander

And your eyes hit the floor

Stare into your nasty habit

Of running me through your revolving door

Chasing a clear sky

Wasting as I try

Oh, so blind to love’s addiction

This pain on which I feed

A futile complication

Feeling thoughts of need

Just as the dark skies start to brighten

And your eyes plead for more

Fall into my sinking habit

Of crawling back through your revolving door