t3chmonkey

This time the time
Is three AM and I am
fixated; frustrated; concentrated on you
I don't why I do it, why i put myself through it
It's just something I am prone to do
You're genuine punk rock
and that's truly foreign to me
you're a gem under hard rock
And I will break into it like you bore into me
But forget it
That's the sportsman talking
Don't you get it
it's a big dumb game
And I am done big game stalking
So my own attraction becomes my own repellent
electromagnetic interaction acting as my own propellent
And I am flying
Through this fantastical relationship faster than I can grasp it
And I am dying
to spout this spastical bullshit so i don't have to mask it
Because hiding this is twisting this into a frequency we both will miss
And Tune In Toyko, if you could only remember our kiss
Then we'd be halfway there
I am more than I imagine that you imagine
And I imagine that we could make quite a pair
Because you see what I see has no basis in reality
I can't see what is but only what could be
And I can't make out us making out
when the ball drops and demands a New Years kiss
And it's awkward
but instead I will hand you this.

And go boldly into the next year.