second hand sex;
more of a mess than you realize.
one in love
the other with wandering eyes
and they couldn't care less.

it's not the best and it's not quite
what you want.
and even though she was your best friend's
you push that aside, you don't want to care
in the end.
she's just a one night stand
right now it's not working between her and her man.

you think you're there to make it right
you know this is going to end up in a fight.
you shouldn't be here
but you fix it with a few beers.

it's there, and you snatch it up.
everything reminds you of it
like a blast from the past.
it's getting harder for you now
to keep her in your thoughts last.

what happened?
it came and went so fast.
all that second hand sex killed
your first hand friendship.
she was your friend. did you forget?
more emotions you deemed a threat;
you'd like her to be unimportant to you still
you'd like to forget to check.

so you make her into nothing
because you're afraid she's becoming your only "something"
and that wouldn't be your style.
that would ruin everything everyone knew you as.
she's good but you don't want her to be your last piece of
ass.

she's good, but she's too good
for her second hand sex.
leaving her behind, taking the next girl in line.

was it all just a simulation?
an imitation of a person who holds a heart?
i find they seem to be the place
you like to keep your darts.

love michelle.