Exotic Ingredients

I looked at her profile again last night

See if she’d posted something

To give me a clue on how you are

If it’s getting fixed or broken

But she hadn’t posted anything

So i kinda started snooping

I came across all your travel pictures

To faraway paradise beaches

And yummy foods, exotic ingredients

Cool canoes

And all things Indian

Lazy afternoons

In your tropical shack

Coconut juice

In your jungle hammock

Rice fields, mushrooms

Henna hands

Moroccan sunsets on the sand

How can I compete?

Im already exhausted

I woke up this morning feeling beat

I feel I don’t stand a chance here

What you two have gone through is so much

And so deep

And I’m just some kind of stalker

Feeding on yummy foods, exotic ingredients

Cool canoes

And all things Indian

Lazy afternoons

In your tropical shack

Coconut juice

In your jungle hammock

Rice fields, mushrooms

Henna hands

Moroccan sunsets on the sand

How can I compete?

I shouldn’t try

Im already exhausted

(You shouldn’t try)

-Im already exhausted

(You shouldn’t try)

-And Im becoming a stalker

(You shouldn’t try)

I’ve never felt this way before

-And Im already exhausted

(You shouldn’t try)

A 45 tesla magnet

-I’m already exhausted

Can somebody help me get away

And leave you behind?

Before I lose what’s left of my own mind