Iām not a woman
Iām a fleeting feeling
A good time call
The love you seek after the last round
I want to be the one you come home to
Even if itās only for the night
Iām not a woman
Iām red skids on your shirt collar
And scratches down your back
A reminder of the body we shared
I want to be found
So I find myself falling into any arms that open for me
Iām not a woman
Iām the stain on your sheets
An impression in your memory foam
a bruise on your neck
I want to slip out of my skin
Because men like it more when itās crumpled on their floor
Iām not a woman
Iām your phone blowing up
Ten missed calls
And unread texts
I want to test you
To see if I still matter in the morning
Iām not a woman
Iām a phantom left longing