You're the needle ***** to our contraception
your seed swims sick through tunnel vision
you contradict your contradictions
direct your horses to Gallup opinion

Take a sip from your golden chalice
you've poisoned our wine with Iocane powders
your time ticks of Lyme diseased malice
fictitious fortunes, SEC counts the hours

Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
For You

I don't want you if you're easy.
I've been reading your body language. Flipping through the pages you narrated to illustrate in conversation, which reflects shallow thoughts.
I'm trying to connect with you intellectually.
Unfortunately, the connection between us just isn't deep enough to submerge into. I refuse to jump headfirst before checking the water.
So I'll take a seat because your depth is just knee-deep. Shallow depths are only six feet.
Rest in peace abbreviated on your obituary followed by insecurities are killing relationships.