I don’t want to be this solo project,
But unfulfilled simple requests will not grant you safe passage to where you want to be,
I can’t accept falsified lines or counterfeit sincerity.

What I need cannot be fabricated.
Something true, unwarranted and wanton,
No hesitation and boundless.

I’m starting to lose hope,
This underlying brevity,
You drain the light with your deflating demeanor,
From the girl who holds the yarn you seek,
You will not get one inch from me,
Please don’t play coy, it never suited you.