you call me at 11:30
could you be any more overt?
your intentions are apparent and your affections are transparent,
are your means to what end you've put yours in
i say no
i explain: you can call me later if you want to and cultivate this misled thing

when you've called i've answered begging,
jumping your gun
it was only half good
you reiterate your invitation and i explain away
what more can i say what will keep you at bay but not pull you up on the sand?
your nose i love could still save you
if you were brave you could still make something new from this

i would rather be my own steadfast lover
than take what you would give me just to get some
i am my own affectioneer from here on out
i will not take you seriously unless you will take this slow
i could just conjure up an eight of wands
and it would scare me to know it so well