INCOMPLETE

2PM this afternoon Last night we lost track of time Spilling feelings on our dinner table While you're emptying your glass of wine I could feel what's up with you But you still wanna play the mind Ain't no room to hide the truth Tension's been a friend of mine Girl, you know, you know How it feels to be incomplete Still you took the high And you left me on my feet Without warning You cut the stem before it bloomed Like that's not important I thought you placed me in front of you But you come first You come first You come first You come first You come first