Perfect Distraction.

You've got me so wrapped around your finger I could watch my own back.
You've had me there a while and as a matter of fact, things aren't always what they seem.
You'd be the first to decieve.
You were just another face, another grain of sand.
But then you had me eating out of the palm of your hand.
Talking about it now almost makes me feel bad.
But I can't help thinking about your face.
You're probably tongue tied, nervous and dripping with sweat.
Looking a little surprised 'cause you'd thought I'd forget.
But oh, my dear, it all became so clear and i lay the truth down right here.
Silent with your words and loud with your actions.
To get this ball rolling I didn't have much traction.
I don't know what I did to bring on this fatal disease.
I was just your perfect distraction.
I still don't forget all the time I spent replaying the sound of your raspy voice inside my head.
But I wasn't an option just emotional satisfaction.
Just a grain of sand.
The perfect distraction.