I don’t understand you But I guess that’s half the fun You keep my on my toes Always guessing when you’ll run And then you run
I don’t like the way you treat me But I guess that’s half the fun You’re the perfect blend of kind and cruel And then you’ll leave me when you’re done But you aren't the only one (I've been left before)
I don’t know what’s going on But I guess that’s half the fun You’re good at this tricky game you play And I’ve been trying not to jump the gun
But I think you’ve already won You've already won
(I can do it again)
Wrote this in April 2013 about a boy I was infatuated with. As you can probably imply, things didn't end well. But that's half the fun, right? ;) In search of better fish