It's four in the morning

And I can see the daylight breaking

As I lay vulnerable on your bare chest

Your crooked tattoo permanent from haze

Traced by my little finger

But do you treat me like the others

Did the others get to lay their head on you

Or place gentle kisses up to your ears

Do you really love me

Large arms so capable of holding

Knowing just when to push me or

Making me flinch in just the right way

His big hands always

Playing games in my hair

So easily curl into a fighter's fist

When there's always another way

It's hard to believe

That your love is so true

When it has two sharp edges

When I can see both sides of your passion

Both targeted at me

Am I just a toy to you like the others

Do you keep me around for company

Or because you can't get rid of me

You want me to go

Then why am I still stuck in your arms

Pushed to the ground or caught

Holding my sleeping body on the couch

Was I just a challenge

As you do nothing to keep me

But tell me the reasons you love me

And ask to fuck for the second time

Never acting out of love

So the four in the morning thoughts

Leave me struck down and stuck

To loving a man that will probably

Never love me back