two days- a weekend retreat, hence my defeatnshould of been expected, interested, indiscretentrying to keep the stress down to coincide with the beatnthere was part of me that secretly could sweep her off her feetnalthough, I'm not a street sweeper- the dexterous typenbut no one said it wasn't right to text her ass all nightnso when it came to fight or flight, I should've chosen to writeninstead hitting the reply to read her lies excitenwe need respite and half a year's just not going to cut itnfor us to air out our inequities and step in the publicnbut I'm above it, so I play the game and catch her attentionncall me later, I evade her and it goes without mentionncatch a snack and catch some Z's, wake up quarter to threentell her if she's not busy, she should be chilling with menI decree we catch we a movie but she opts for the sunnain't she the type to always keep her little boy on the runnn(chorus:)ninquiries, tests, games, questionsnforked tongues in cheeks with ill-intentionsnrendezvous blues stay in tune to our consistencynwe axed the climax and leapt straight into the mystery nnoh no, it's half past four, she's almost at the doornbarely gave me time to let the mind explorenI implore if I can drive, bring the puppy as welln'cause it'd be nice to walk a bitch who doesn't kiss and tellnI'm being humorous- she using this to gauge to gauge my affectionnand so I take this opportunity to teach her a lessonnacting out on my independence, like I'm dealing a decknI know she's doing me favor by folding out of respectnthat's okay, I like the circles- used to have me a bikenthat I could only ride in cal-de-sacs, in guardians sitenso if she's right to keep on riding, I've got rage to incitenuntil she's too frustrated to fit the frame of politenalright, I drop the spite, I'm mister colloquialismnand I'm under the premonition to revoke my decisionn'cause she's the closest thing to caring I could ever recallnand she's as close as I could come to tearing down this wallnn(chorus)nngripped up the game face, got a shower and glancednat the man in the mirror and then proceeded to dancenI'm not an egoist, but can't resist a slight celebrationnthe way I'm planning it, she's handing in her own resignationnI've got the toys, I've got the plans- insight from infiltrationnI've got the words she's never heard- make contrite from tribulationsnand now I've even got a motive 'cause she's showing retentionnand even when she's sitting next to me, I can sense the apprehensionnlike an immediate drop, my stocks plummet and crashnand so I grab the device that holds my secrets and stashnI can't believe I came so close to exposure of such degreenwith a girl that doesn't really want to kick it with me nit's like she's over it, well, she should be- two years too muchnfor her to want to be embraced or be okay with my touchnits cool, I'm over it, as I should be- two years is too longnto be so wrapped in somebody that you write them a song- damn itnn(chorus)nnwe asked for the facts and found tact within the historynnI laugh at the act, it's abstract just who her mister be