Racing With No Finish Line
You don’t understand me it’s true,
Not a single thing that I do,
I’m not like other guys,
I’m not.Your bed isn’t a finish line,
Like some final destination of mine,
I don’t see this as a race,
Not with you.I’m not saying I wouldn’t like,
If we were curled up there tonight,
I just don’t want this one time,
Then we’re through.And I know, my dear,
My actions aren’t always clear,
And I never expect you to care at all,
Doesn’t mean I don’t want be to here,
Why would I ever want to go?A chance you could take on me,
A part of me wants this so,
Look past what appears to be,
To the inside.Is what’s inside worth the risk?
Of entanglement and time,
Unlocked by a single kiss,
Your choice not mine.I’m not saying I’m perfect,
I could be all you want,
But kindness and nice finish last,
It’s true.And I know, my dear,
My actions aren’t always clear,
And I never expect you to care at all,
Doesn’t mean I don’t want be to here,
Why would I ever want to go?Not ever want to go,
Never leave you so,
Nice guys always finish last,
But this is not a race,
A finish line not in sight,
Be mine for more than tonight.No not ever want to go,
Never leave you so,
But nice guys never start the race,
Scared of coming in last place.I’ll never want to go,
But this race was run without me,
Never want to go,
But you ran without me.Never want to go.
Never Start.
Finish last.
Never.
Finish.
© 2007 Rob Jones.