It’s a work in progress, may tart it up later on if inspiration allows it

Oh no honey your mistaken 
It’s not that i’m executing a strategy 
That’s all graced their ears before 
It’s that i’ve allready become this excited 
About the prospecting of you
Becoming a factor in my life, at the least 

I’ve never felt this happy in a long time 
Oh darn I should’ve bit my tounge 

I’ve become a victim once again 
Of the Stanford marshmallow experiment 
I know if i waited untill saturday night to kiss you 
I would’ve gotten many more in return 
But honey when you’ve been offered the whole cake 
I couldn’t just pick of the iceing 
and leave it at that 

I’ll spend an evening immortalizing you into verse 
But it’s getting past 3 and i’m still on your eyes 
Oh crap I should’ve kept my trap closed 

I don’t know what they could possibly expect from me? 
My track record is a complete joke 
They should know if they put the pistol in my hands 
I can’t help but close my eyes, aim, and go all out 
I’d love to put on the theatrical mask 
and role play it so cool with you 
But i’ve been labeled with fautly genetic you see? 
I can’t help but be completely honest with you 

I’ll let you into secrets only a therapist should know 
Oh fuck I need to keep my mouth shut

I never wanted to scare you away, 
But I guess i’m just a freak like that