I think I want to play the games
Tell you about how I care but not that much
Speak in half sentences and quarter thoughts
Leave you guessing if I am interested or just bored

I want to learn the sequences
Call. Text. Don't call. Don't call. Don't call. Call.
I want to master the reality of pretences
How to be there but emotionless in the extremities.

I want to be dark and lonely, masking my love
Keeping it tied till you scream for me

I want your heart to be the dove
While mine, the eagle, stays perched on the tree

Because I have been gentle, I have been true
I have been sweet, I have been good
I have been the quintessential gentleman
and it has kept me far away from you