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.