Post 405: Prostitute (12/28/08)

Prostitute (12/28/08 – concept and written)

Every moment with you, seems to cost me something
The emotional capital I’ve spent just to keep you here
Trying to keep away the fear, trying to keep away the fear

(You’re like a prostitute
cause there’s always a price to pay, for something we both want
Every naked jaunt seems to cost me, 

Though it’s not with money you make me pay
Prostitute, why do I have to pay)

Thought that by now you would love me, and want me to stay
but you’re giving me mixed signals
one moment it feels like the moment could be right
the next moment you’re running away

(Chorus)

Now every kiss, I’m wondering how much it is
And every tender touch, I’m wondering it I have enough
Every intimate moment
I wonder how I’m going to pay
Can we just get together, without any cost

(Chorus)