My love comes staggered,
Duck-eared and haggard.
But your love?
It never comes at all.
Your legs are coated in anti-climb paint,
But I try and climb them all the same.
This is the way we do it.
This is the way we've always done it.
But why? I don't know.
You can be soft and gracious.
I guess that's why I'm so tenacious.
But I shouldn't bother.
The flow is broken with conversation.
What for, though?
You know how I feel anyway.
You said you were meant for me
at the top of the century.
Can the same thing still be said today?
This is the way we do it.
This is the way we've always done it.
But why? I don't know.
You can be soft and gracious.
I guess that's why I'm so tenacious.
But I shouldn't bother.
So there you go again,
With your anti-climb paint.
Well, don't bother.
I'm done with all the trying.

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