Catch Me if You Can

I like the way he's looking at me,

His blue eyes are alight with desire...

He likes to push every boundary I set,

We like burning, and playing with fire...

He pursues,

I run,

I duck and I cover,

Then I look back, is he giving chase?

With a satisfied grin, I take off again;

'Til he catches me in his embrace.

For just a few minutes or a few months,

We're in love, we're head over heels.

Then he starts to panic, then I get manic;

And we're running again from the feels.

This time it's him, he's running so fast;

I run after like a bat out of hell.

All the while knowing I'm acting a fool,

Slim chance for this love to end well.

"Darling, come back!" I'm calling his name.

Who needs pride? I'm not above pleading.

I show him my tears, he exploits my fears,

He says, "God, you're gorgeous when you're bleeding."

I remind him he swore to be my rock.

I remind him of the promises he made.

Tricks I was taught, lies that I bought,

I'll say whatever it takes to persuade.

Until I'm exhausted, I'm out of breath;

I'm slowing, I can't run anymore.

He's so far beyond,

he's missing,

he's gone.

But all's fair in both love and war.

Looking over his shoulder, so far ahead;

He can see I've fallen too far behind.

And now he's unsure, like me, insecure;

He's worried that I changed my mind.

"What are you doing?" He yells from afar.

I'm stomping away in a huff.

"I'm sick of your shit!" I let him have it.

Our love hurts, and I've had enough.

I'm finished with us, I'm done with him.

I take off in a whole new direction.

"Babes, come back!" He's calling my name.

He never learned to handle rejection.

I refuse to look back, I keep pressing on,

He deserves to feel just how it hurts.

Our love is twisted, it's broken like us;

Maybe this pain is our just deserts.

He's in pursuit, I'm running away;

I glance back and blow him a kiss.

He's drawing near, he's almost here,

I let him catch me, I can't resist.

He grabs my waist, pulls me in close,

A magic moment, until the moment is gone.

Then he's running away, I'm ready to play;

It's my turn to give chase. Game on!