AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN...

I did it again.
Went back there again.
Enjoyed every minute, yet I'm...
sighing,
again.
Been saying this the last time,
since the first time.
Still thought this time,
was the right time.
Atleast I don't have aany scars for my troubles this time.
It's like john is singing,
our love life exactly.
Back and forth,
you acting an ass,
me in love,
not wanting to leave,
cuz I'll just call you from home.
Hurt deep though,
not able to control my mouth,
pushing me away anyway.
pretending you don't care,
me foolishly believing,
then leaving,
then calling,
then hanging up,
then you calling and us,
doing
it
again...
Knowing it feels this good,
not bringing to mind,
being to good to be true,
You too happy to see me to tell the truth,
me too horny to care,
but then we wake up,
these topics are broached again,
and,
it's over,
again.
You calling just as,
i'm feeling so bad I don't care,
aren't we a pair.
Insanity is defined,
as doing the same thing,
again,
and again,
and expecting a different result...
We claim to be sane,
and yet here we are,
again.
And you call and I come,
and it never ends...
again,
and again.