Sleepwalking

You won’t love me,
You won’t leave me,
You don’t touch me,
Still so needy,
And I don’t know if you do it intentionally,
Somehow you make it my fault,
You don’t stop talking,
And I’m just sleepwalking,
Course I’m angry,
Course I’m hurt,
Looking back its so absurd,
Course I trusted you,
And took you at your word,
Who said romance isn’t dead?
Been no romance since we wed,
“Why aren’t we fucking baby?”,
Yeah that’s what you said,
But you let me think it was me in my head,
And nothing to do with them girls in your bed.
You don’t stop talking,
And I’m just sleepwalking,
See your thoughts forming,
Baby stop it, it’s three in the morning,
And I don’t know if you do it intentionally,
But somehow you make it my fault,
You don’t stop talking,
And I’m just sleepwalking,
I know you’ve made me your Madonna,
I want to be your whore,
Baby it would be my honour,
Please sir, can I have some more?
I could preserve all of your fantasies,
If only you could act them all out with me.
You don’t stop talking,
And I’m just sleepwalking,
See your thoughts forming,
Baby stop it, it’s three in the morning,
And I don’t know if you do it intentionally,
But somehow you make it my fault,
You don’t stop talking,
And I’m just sleepwalking,
You won’t love me,
You won’t leave me.