You’ve told me that you care for me
I’m sure that’s what you said
You’ve even called it love before
Or was that just in my head?
Sometimes I think I’m losing it
You go from lukewarm to freezing
No matter how hard I try to do it
For you there is no pleasing.
I guess things could be so much worse
At least that’s what I’m told
It’s just I thought at rainbow’s end
There would be a pot of gold.
Companionship is good and security’s nice
But where is the romance?
I’m getting tired of shuffling along
When I’d really rather dance.
Reindeer
Jack
In Spirit,
Bear
~Nikki~