the absence of mr right

Iam tired of this loneliness

Sick of our foolishness

I tried to talk to someone new

all he asked me for were more photos

There were a ton on my profile

Mr Right feels like the hundred mile

I watch them in two pass me by

and I just have to wonder why

not I

Why not one put up a fight

not one wanted to stay

nothing cures this ache

except when I praise His name

I could have put on that same uniform gone to that same school

where we dance and prance just to feel like a fool

i want to be loved in a hello kitty sweatshirt

why is so many women's clothes cropped with holes

my cleavage hangs low

why guys come in t shirts and button ups

everything feels so lame

so i cancelled my plans and sat in the dark

and remembered how my doomed lover tastes

i just have to wonder why

was this the way I chose my valentine night

what can be done in the absence of mr right

i want someone to hold me tight

with muscular strong arms

like the one who got me with his charms

yet I dont want it for just a night

I want love divine

So here Iam standing in line in the absence of mr. right