It's in the little things you say...
They give you away. Your little thought processes, aren't you clever and sharp as a knife. How you cut me with you words and slice me with you concern. I know you care your very special way, so you open your mind, and how now I see so clearly what I mean to you. And how now how silly do I look to you.
It's those little daggers in your voice...
So I'm heartless. Because I move on and I runaway. Because I'm naturally the complete opposite of what you are. You stay and fight the good fight... I run and run... you're back and forth indecisive, and I'm what's done is done. I'm heartless because friends I got a lot of though, you're so much better than me because... oh wait, time, you wait Cal, you'll see. As if having one on the side is so much better, as if the second time is so much better... I'm not counting I'm not keeping score... I don't care any much anyway I'm already out the door.
It's how we speak without speaking...
Now it's not just you it's me. I take issue, and you're not letting up, and I'm bout giving up... there's now real exchange, the dialogue is what it is... cordial formality. I think you're about had enough, and maybe I'm being too tough... because that is what that is... two differing realities.
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