I would apologise
I would try to reassure
If I really were sure that I could
But I can never lie
As the world spins so do I
And the old artifacts I collected
Are nurtured by those who get it
If I display my wares
There's no promise that you'll be there
My respect for you
Is teetering on the edge
Waiting for your queue
To run for the hills
Or hold me close still
I don't mean to change your image
To cause the risk they'll get you wrong
Depending on the circumstance
You're a straight man, or you're not
I let you use my best feature
If I do say so myself
If that were no longer my desire
I'd let you know
But that's unlikely, atleast you hope so