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2020.11.18.

I don't get

I haven't
Seen you in a long time
But still the timer
You started is suddenly interesting
Your finger taps
Your eye scans the cafe
A tight half-smile
Stares fixedly at me
You take
As much as you want from me
 
I don't get anything out of it
When you say you don't need me
To come to you every Sunday
I don't get anything out of it
When we're always in a hurry
I guess you have something else again
 
I'm that person who danced with you
At the last party
But still to you it's final
Although I get nothing from this
Still I try to hold on
It'll be Friday again soon
 
By accident
We met on the dance floor on Friday
But all of a sudden
You disappeared from my view
 
My stomach turns over and my eyes water
Some sender behind me is excited
It makes me feel hot
I still don't get
What's wrong here
Why with me
Everything always happens quickly
I don't get anything from you
 
I don't get anything out of it
When you say you don't need me
To come to you every Sunday
I don't get anything out of it
When we're always in a hurry
I guess you have something else again
 
I'm that person who danced with you
At the last party
But still to you it's final
Although I get nothing from this
Still I try to hold on
It'll be Friday again soon
 
It would be a lot easier
To be free from you
Since I don't get
Any sort of relief from you
I'm not in your speed dial
When you flip through
Your calendar in front of me
But still always
Thinking to yourself
We won't be in sync
 
Evenings under the blanket
Good times await
But wondering all the same
What games you're really playing
In the morning you call me
I shouldn't answer
But I push the green button
You couldn't be easier to love
 
Although I get nothing from this
Still I try to hold on
It'll be Friday again soon
 
I don't get anything out of it
When you say you don't need me
To come to you every Sunday
I don't get anything out of it
When we're always in a hurry
I guess you have something else again
 
I'm that person who danced with you
At the last party
But still to you it's final
Although I get nothing from this
Still I try to hold on
It'll be Friday again soon