Repitive Rhythem?

The lights flicker yellow
as we pass under neither.
Repeitive rythem
leading through the night.
One kiss.
One smile.
And hands slide away.
I say I'm not sleeping with him
I tell him no.
And still a finger slides into a hole.
And now I start to wonder
why they call it sleeping?
When its a physical workout.
But I guess thats how it is
as he whispers in my ear
and my legs slide around him.
I can't do it to your sister.
Don't worry
I've done it before.
And my eyes break
a tear falls
and the repetive rythem
flashes on.
The car stops
into a hole.
I like him
I like what I've been told.
But its not his kiss
his hand
his body
Its not the guy I'm in love with
but the night rolls on.
And the repitive flashing
leads us though the night
and everythings confusing
and I don't know why they call it sleeping.