Focusing more on his words
than what he’s actually saying.
Reading into each word he speaks,
never mind if I’m relating.
It’s all about what this is,
the portrait of ourselves we’re painting.
The kind of relationship we’re shaping,
the lifestyle that I’m creating.
I’m trying with you, not making.
How much of my heart you’re taking.
Don’t act like we’re not faking.
It’s the way in which we’re playing,
this shitty kind of gaming.
Rereading, over and over.
Dissecting each sentence,
pulling out words and looking
into it like you wouldn’t believe.