You’re right-
I don’t know you.
Don’t know what makes you bend-
Makes you move.
I don’t know,
Only have the pieces
You’ve let me see.

Silly, to be ready to give it all
To you.
To a stranger with ideals
A stranger with theories

I could love you
But the road
Has disappeared
And I’m no longer lying.
No longer laying in your bed.
I’ve become bored
And have wandered off
I doubt you’ll have noticed by now.