For So Long

For so long, I only wanted to rest
My weary head upon your chest,

but now I love my pillow more
than your manly breast.

For so long, I desired to taste your lips
and feel the strength inside your hips,

but now I love cherry cola
and walking trips.

For so long, I yearned to hold your hand
and dance with you upon the sand,

but now I hold a ticket
for my own plan.

For so long, I hungered for you,
I hungered and ached for you,

I will probably still think of you.
Yes, sometimes I will think of you.