Tell me again
How you think just like me
How you understand my philosophies
Listen so intently to my monologue
Nod in agreement, flatter my ideas
I enjoy the attention but hate the scent
Choking on sweat
As I'm wrestling and laughing and it's okay
Because it's platonic isn't it
I can lay and relax knowing
I trust you... 90%
And it's not like I can step back
Once I've revealed too much it's too late
And you've used all I've told you
To try to get inside
I've not lead you on, you're the one
******* out of my naivety
Using my open mind as your latrine
I liked the attention but I can't stand you
Now there's not a lot I can do
I sit chewing a stirring stick
As you shuffle in close and say creepy ****
They've done this before
I remember too well
They reach out to shake my hand
Building my trust
Like chameleons they share interests
With whomever they lurk around
So I talk and I talk and I touch then they touch
And it's like, wait, stop
This wasn't what I want
And they never shut up and they pry and they ask
With an arm around my stiffened shoulder
And I'm choking on sweat
I hate the attention and you disgust me
**** being polite, you're simply awful
You're a snivelling ******, a greasy neckbeard
I trust too easily and let creeps into my life, but I don't want to lose all of my naivety and become cynical and jaded.