I don't like you, it's complicated.
You're gorgeous, but that's not related.
And for this, reason, I have something to say.
The remains that you leave from
the little games which you play.
You fiddle play all your baes
then drop them dead in a daze.
No k's, more of a conversationalist you are.
Yet you leave all of your relationships in tar.
No car, more of a borrower you are.
Ironic, just as you like to borrow our hearts.
And I kinda think you're iconic,
with some sorrow in arm.
Now I've fallen so far,
away from you, just so I can say to you,
nothing, and that shouldn't alarm.