You're quick to drop me,
Send me spiraling down
When I reach the bottom of the string,
You let me spin alone,
Until you're ready to pull me back into your hand.
I'm used to this,
Or
So I'd like to say.
Because you've dropped me twice now.
I understand you need space,
But the force of this spin is pulling my feelings away.
The longer you wait the further I'll be.
It won't be as easy to pull me on try three.