Weekly Escapades

Once again I'm laying upon the cold floor,
staring up at the ceiling with vacant eyes,
hoping that you'll return home sometime,
from your latest escapades between sheets.

I've dreamed of telling you exactly how I feel,
for so long it seems like it's been lifetimes,
waiting for the perfect moment that never came,
watching the clock getting away from me.

I've seen all those girls leaving your apartment,
wishing that there was only one girl there for you,
hoping one day, that I'll be the lucky lady with you,
until the next week, there's another name on the list.

So I'll lay upon this cold floor for another lonely night,
wondering if you're thinking about me with you tonight,
letting the tears create a small puddle on the carpet,
only to be left thinking about your constant escapades.