Circles.

Circles....the theme in my life for the past 3 years....circles. The men, the music, the life, the drinks, the candy, the thoughts. Circles. It's easy for you to think things into place. You organize those thoughts in that head of yours. Put them in sealed boxes so that you don't get hurt. I'll seal the box with a kiss. I'm sealed. Your crafty but I know your craft. I'm too full of life to sit back and wait. Once, Twice, Three times...daring. You get three trys. I understand, I do. "It's a typical situation in these typical times...to many choices". Well I choose you and that is that. I either get him or I don't but....its set and I'm not going home. I want but I wont be walked on. I'll give but I wont run dry. I am the giving kind and you have me right in front of you ready....but everything comes in good time right? Fuck time. I'm tired of the theme. Tired, tired, tired. I'm tired of writing songs to little boys who don't know what they want till its gone. No more songs wasted on you boys. Shame on me for telling it so twisted. Shame on you for not. "But when she says she loves you....that means a lot". You say "you'd call it love if you could see that far" but you might not ever get there so hurry up. If its not you'll know if it is it will sting. I know you have a list....it's right there in the front of your mind. The pros and the cons.....the things that keep you up at night. Throw it out....cause "we just gotta make this moment a crime".