It doesn’t take a genius to see I’m not really into this. Pushy invitations just aren’t my thing. But you’ve been making assumptions out of fleeting emotions so I’ll bury the hatchet and say what I needed to say.
So easily embarrassed, cheeks bright as the sun. I’m the worst company to keep, teasing you down these city streets. With a smile going sideways I can’t forget where you’re from. You’ll want to talk to me tonight, but will you want to talk tomorrow?
I’m sorry I didn’t want what you wanted. This was supposed to be our year; it took a long time to come. But I’m sadly admitting that smiles and first impressions aren’t holding up.

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