Work Wife - Creases

You seem consumed with papers and pins
Letters and odds and ends
Anything that's old and lovely
I wonder what it's like under your hands
I'm holding all your focus
You're molding me like wax again

I bet she's sweet
Not an ordinary lady
Extraordinarily gracious
And she wouldn't like my foul language
I see you telling stories over cocktails
You're captured by the way she says your name

2 am, no sleep
And you're delicately dusting off the sheet
But those creases near your eyes are not for me
If I was your muse, they would be

I wish I was a woman you discovered
In photos you uncovered of the fair
Long gone, and never lovers
You'd notice how I look over my shoulder
Amused but with composure
New page and then the moment's over

2 am, no sleep
And you're delicately dusting off the sheet
But those creases near your eyes are not for me
If I was your muse, they would be
If I was your muse, they would be