You know what this does to me.
You speaking all of your little tarradiddles
That don't piece together perfectly
Making my head spin round and round.
I have cupidity for all the truth you know.

Why must you do this to me?
When you make me oh so languor.
Too hypnagogic to laugh at your jokes.

You were right.
That was my billet-doux I shoved up your locker slot.
It was no arcanum I could possibly hide.
I know I was too quixotic for where we were.
I was too caught up in my perfect phantasmagoria to see
That we were walking in opposite directions
But we weren't sure if it was the right direction.
At least I know I was at fault.

No matter what I do
Or what I say,
You're still incredibly inexorable,
And you won't change your thoughts.