What May Be the Oldest - Seafood

So how does it feel you made a fresh start

I slept as fuelled the fire in your heart

I got no regrets just happy we spent

Just like you said were shaped for something else

I’ve been waiting for my turn

And I am not that scared of you

And I will not be confused

And looking back I think I always knew

No point in denial

Escape for fresh air

Wish I could tell

Too scared of what comes next

So hard to resist

So try to forget

The sarcasm fits

Been working on my smile

Been waiting for my turn

Too scared of what comes next

I’ve been waiting for my turn

One day this all will make some sense

What may be the oldest always hurts the same