I simply don’t have time tonight
There be watching, a dozen scrupulous eyes blazing bright
Romantic; though built on an insufferable trifle
The living breath out of me I stifle, stifle, stifle
Nay, don’t lay eyes on a picturesque image of broken identity
Don’t waste your love on me
Your doting, your hindsight, your wily-dily woo
Will rouse no bygone heart; it just won’t come through
You wonder: why?
Well, what if my time isn’t nigh?
The thing is, what I want to say is, I forgot
Don’t invest your love in hearts that cannot
I’m not real, see; not to them, not to you
Just a lil’ figment of an ideal you thought you knew
Seek me, love me, keep me, die
You can even put that in order, though they all might try
And your idol thus said: “I’m sorry.
Don’t waste your love on me.”
*Does productive stuff for the past two hours* Okay I’m bored now. What should I do next? Hmmm-hmmm…