Dissatisfaction

First you're warm
Then you're hot,
We're cool and then we're cold.

The time we share seems to scurry out the window,
It slips through our fingers
And down the drain.

It was a pleasure now it's pain,
You broadsided me with your heat
Now you're cold as ice.

It's a sticky wicket
And there's no turning back,
We're gone for good if we don't stop now.

I'll always be there
And I'll always be there,
If only we were here.