Trailed.

You're leaving a trail for me to follow.
I follow through with you and your games,
but soon you'll give me nothing else to swallow.
I'll get tired and you'll be left with your fame.

I see right under all of this,
but I solemnly still stick around.
I'm curious if you'll bring me bliss,
and so far, you've left me profound.

As much as I should stay away,
I want to keep going on with it.
You are a bunch of cliches,
and it's something I'll admit.

That should all stop me,
but I'm still here.
I'm here willingly.
It may be safe to stay, or be severe.

Oh, but if only you pulled me in like that in bed.