ben's attempt at a sloppy love jingle

it has come to my attention
that the overall connection
has faded between lust and affection

the question of realisation
and whether or not there is hesitation
on our stance of confrontation
is in session

i wonder what made us drift apart
from our little bubble of photos and trains
found in the middle of the desert
where no conversation would not be a flirt
while i hold that diamond necklace i gave you

maybe soon we'll talk again
partially my fault cause i couldn't just be friends
but knowingly your fault cause you wanted it to end

but till that day arrives
i'll be starting at the skies
the ones we both see at night
in deep consciousness and thought
knowing that you're probably not

but then again, you might not care
you could be in the scene, having small affairs
mis-informed by his friends
on what i have done and done so why
the bloke who used to text you
so you'd smile and be a little satisfied

but not that smile has faded away
like rain; hopefully it'll come another day
a new chapter has opened in my biography
where black is white and other colours are grey

i just think
where will i be after sitting at this desk
a task i was forced to comply
let's just pray that the years fly by
and maybe we'll listen to that song

that song we sang in the spotlight
that song we 'danced' for our first time
it made who we were back then
for we had already changed our lives
with that minor crime

we'll see what happenes i guess
it's only 3am to dwell
but never say die until the cookie crumbles
i am humble
kinda
i will patiently obey
almost.