Constance

We've been becoming the best of friends on nights
But only when the timing's
right
You love the thrill that you've got to hide
That you've got someone
like me in your
Life was easy you had your white fence
Front porch and your
wedding dress picked out
But suddenly things seem different
You've got
decisions you can't get caught
When you get to the dancefloor tell him I sent
you
Dance slow but up the tempo of his heart
That's beating out his chest
Oh
the irony of success
You've been looking at me with half shut eyes
From
across the bar on college nights
Well I'd be yours if you just would try
Oh,
it's the constant struggle of what's familiar
Versus building new
relationships
That more ofen than not fucks with passion
Where's your passion
anyways?