same boat, different motor.
Don’t ask me what I want,
or where I am,
It would be like asking what is actually in..
that can of spam.
Don’t linger on about the past,
you blurred it with-in fluence,
Do with it what you wish,
but approach me with serious prudence.
Don’t entice me with who you are,
or what you are,
but if that’s the extent of this bond,
I’d probably let it go shamefully far.
Don’t tell me to tell you what to do,
don’t listen, don’t follow suit.
We’re in the same boat,
with different motors.