She's late and I'm a worried boyfriend.

The thought of cradles and cradling tiny limbs....

That solid thought of exerted worry.

She's late and I'm an angry boy.

Birth control promises and ear biting seduction.

The creeping lies, the leaking surprise and the trust funds....

Oh the trust funds...

Arched back.. Fingertips spread.

She lied and knew it.

She lied and threw it in my face.