Waiting, she waits for the heartache to dissolve

She dilutes her emotion with something to do, something to do…

An obese schedule to consume every thought of you

Lick the plate, she needs no scraps

Heavy hurt puts a slouch in her confidence

But that doesn’t stop her from getting around & around she goes

Sharing her beauty with those who are smart enough to take…

The advantage is for a moment, she’ll be loved

She'll be awake, She'll be loved

Or be lusted

Or be used

Doesn’t matter, its something to do

Something better than nursing her torment

Something better than missing you