Like Confetti.

You call for me whenever I'm in town. When ever I'm with in reach you go to grasp for me, to touch me and then you get infuriated when I pull away.

I can tell she's not satisfying you. She's not fulfilling you. Not exciting you.

I know by the way you kiss me. The way your hands travel my body trying to memorize it, the way you slide in and your face screams to never be let out. The way your moans tell me you miss me.

I know you search for me in her body, and I know she tries to be all that you need.

But baby she ain't me and you'll never have me again.

You'll search and all you'll find is bits of me, never all.