Borrowed - Sex Stories

Borrowed

You say I'm merely borrowed Like in some old cliché Of a song recording sorrow In some other place, on some other day Well let me tell you, Miss I have no more time, no more love than this Please accept the half I have to give Though sad, this is the life I live * I'm not a book off some old shelf Pen, sweater or a coat I'm a person, something like yourself Just trying to stay afloat So listen to me, Dear Though selfish sometimes I appear Embrace, enjoy our fantasy While it still thrives, for I can see * A day when you will turn around Like in some old cliché Of a song recalling happiness Where girl meets boy in the well-worn way For the last time you will take my hand See that all my words were true At that moment understand You were borrowed too... * As you walk away you'll realise That all my words were true It was always in your sad, brown eyes So I guessed you always knew - That you were borrowed too *