you left out of the bar

into my car and kissed me good night

you got onto your flight

out of my car and into the stars 

where she waits for you

on the other side

no talk of me in her eyes

i left glitter on your lips

you said that we could look forward to it

but you're too cool with your moustache of women

i wish that you would just stand up or give in

but you hold back like arrested love

i hold inside, gripped like a glove

are you cuter than cute or just a beautiful brute

your fingers clench, you disappear into your appartment

i drive until the sun comes up

ahead of me the road again looms long

i want you in my bed, i want you in my song

sometimes poems come easier than words

i wish but i don't wish you weren't with her

cuz you left out of the bar

into my car and kissed me good night

you got onto your flight

out of my car and into the stars 

where she waits 

for you