Tired of love
I want your release
Be real for once
I say whatever I want
I stick to what is store-bought
You are a cupcake
Oven-ready with same fragrance
Except it wouldn't
Be right to compare you
To custard pie
Since, they burn
If you give them too much love
You are too heavy for dessert
So I'd rather skip on the main course
And start with conversation