Oh baby baby

I'm just another girl
Just another pair of lips
Just another night.

I get it.
I get it.
I really do.
But I wish I didn't.

I wish that I could fall into the traps of your words
And believe
That maybe
For once
I am an "only" and "first" a "special unique pretty different"
Kind of girl.

I wish.

But baby you're a writer
And you've invented and experienced more things than I can even bare to imagine.

Honey, I'd love this night to be reivented a thousand times over
For us to be able to have a agonizingly wonderful time more than
Just. This. Once.

But I get it
You're a writer.
And I'm just another story.

Just another character in the book.
In the play.

Baby.
I'm a fucking actress.


I can(t) deal with it.