you'd like me to say
that you're the one-
my thursday night. friday morning.
month long fling
that i'll wake up and love-
wake up and believe.

you paint me with this smile-
hair perfect-
posture tall.
you have yet to open your eyes-
you want me to want you
but you don't even want yourself-

how is that supposed to draw me in-
your allure is self-prophesized
and the time has yet to begin-
pour more honey over this bed
i'll lie. turn over. and walk out in the end.