Everytime I reach for you I play myself
Everytime I think you're being true I psyche myself
Everytime I get a text from you I wait it out
but then I always crawl for you
because I think you're reaching out.
Then I'm left with all these blues for me
and one grey two-word-tops from you
And I contemplate how you fooled me again
with your little game of give and retreat
Your drug of choice to make me believe
Believe that you've changed
That you've grown, that you can see me for me.
And then it's another one plus two past twelve in the evening
And I'm screaming, oh wait, I mean I'm screening
Within my keys
these things that shine for you
contrasted in my darkened room
And I wait for you to make my hurt about you and it never fails
that every time I put my faith in you, it's not the same for you
Because whatever you're going through mine's irrelevant.
And every time you blast me ghost-style I lack intelligence
Because you've taught me how your give and take
is give then take it back!
That's how you roll, you like to take that grey back
You withdraw from any sense of life you've shown you have
Back into your twisted arms of caution tape
Oh, and I'll wait.
I'll wait like I always have and always do
Just for that shilling of a piece of you
And I'm drawn to your powers of give then take it back
And my laughing shoulder devil has finally turned his back
Even he can see your selfish ways
Of give a little and then take take take it back.

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Give Then Take It Back
PoésieWhen you have this recycled experience with someone who gives a tiny bit to tease you and then takes it back to withdraw into their selfishness.