The Prince

You talk about wanting a “prince” and a “gentleman”.
So I listen acutely.

I hear you talk of someone who can never turn their back.
I look, and mine is up against the wall.
I’ve never seen my own shadow.
And I’m cursed forever looking forward.

Then of someone who likes the simple things
And won’t get distant when she gets scared.

Well I’ve never been one to turn my back on danger..
And distance gives me vertigo.

You say that I’m a friend to you.
Someone that you can trust,
And then you find another man.
With eyes as full of lust.

It’s fine,
you know..

I’ll still care.
I’ll be here just the same.

And when I’m feeling lower than you
I’ll know I only have myself to blame.