Not Going To Cry

Maybe I should have noticed

When faith forgot her shoes

I should have marked the day

When pity came to stay

And truth settled on the roof

I'm not gonna cry when you go

Crying leaves me cold

And when i'm cold

I start to crave

Someone warm and safe

She smells like the violent

Swollen arm of spring

Wrestling with her clothes

Tempting I suppose

Tepid and glistening

CHORUS

Lately I've been thinking

Hope is underage

I'll never kiss her lips

Unless she insists

And probably then I'd wait

CHORUS