Something happened this weekend I have to tell you, but you know you saw the jacket on the chair and the smoke on the table through a crack in my curtains peeping tom Something did happen this weekend instead of waiting on you to decide whether or not to come over i made my own Friday night. I got dressed in my tight red pants and my black leather halter and put on those come **** me boots you picked me up in and unzipped for hours and then I went to where I knew we would run into eachother pathetic heart Only, we looked intently across the room at eachother while you flirted and I flirted (just not with eachother) Finally, I got tired of flirting and wanted some action. So, you know Tweet, right? He and I went outside and smoked some and, you know those Gin and tonics were real not blaming liquor for my inhibition but they helped I left there like I came, alone only drunk So, I pull up in front of the next spot Donald tells me you're not in there and Tweet is right outside, waiting on me, i know So I figure you took that stuck up b^tch home with her high yellow *** and pedigree looks and we smoked some more and I met his boy And, after playing with him for months I figure what the hell when he asks me if I want to leave You knew this though peeping Tom you saw his jacket through the crack in my curtains. So, it's 2:24 am and we are sexing and he's alright but, all I can think of is you, how you eat better how, you sex better But, how he is better at holding me then you and how I know I am going to get caught and, maybe this is how you feel and why you creep, it made me excited, to know you were going to be mad Maybe I just wanted some, any type of emotion out of you Pathetic heart So, when you started to try to open the door at 4:04 that I made sure I deadbolted all I could do is breath deep and lie to Tweet . . . I don't care about him and he doesn't care about me it was sex, safe sex, and it was intense because the whole time we were finishing you were calling my name outside every window you were banging on my door rapping on the panes shaking the knob and for the first time on a Friday night you were left standing in the rain. At 4:37 am I took Tweet home I passed out on my couch and at 8:49 am the phone rang wondering questions of where i was didn't I hear the noise who was I with when I blew those questions off with what do you care where were you? Outside your door, didn't you hear the noise No, I passed out, alone on the couch. 12:33 pm you came over again this time calling first insinuating I had company which i didn't it blew over, he must know could it have changed things we rarely spend time together during the day he wanted to hold my hand and touch me and not in a sexual way we went on a hike, jogged for a time we talked to eachother but not about last night and he knew, maybe he'll understand know that I will not sit around on a Friday night and wait.