Rita

The clock hands turn, but time don’t change at all.
I’m waiting for the sun.
God knows I ain’t sleeping tonight.
Its much too cold between these sheets.
I miss Rita by my side.
You know she left me so many times but she always comes home.
I can’t help but wonder though every time she feels compelled to go if she’s coming home or leavin’ me alone.
She hurts me, hurts me, hurts me, hurts me so bad every day, in some or another way.
I don’t think I’ll ever learn so i’ll stay right here in this moment while the clock forever turn.