Trite

Here we are

Eleven at night

Time to make decisions

Are we in?

Or out for the night?

Why haven’t you decided?

I’m waiting

Patiently

Wishful thinking? (make a wish)

Will I ever learn? (you could feel what I feel now)

You say you love me but it feels so trite

You say a lot of things that sound so ordinary

Every word leaves me uninspired

I liked you better when our love was unpredictable

Used to be

You did it all

I was never so delighted

To my dismay,

It became so routine

Once you won me over

I’m still waiting

Impatiently

Same old, same old (same old same old)

C’est ma vie I guess (my life, this is my life)

You say you love me but it feels so trite

You say a lot of things that sound so ordinary

Every word leaves me uninspired

I liked you better when our love was unpredictable