when in your arms
you spin your yarns
lies ringing in my ears
you make me cringe and want to say
where's the truth!
Always trying to steal the show
Grabbing the light from the bulb
glancing my way to check a reaction
I don't wish for you to get burnt
but I'll soon tire of this charade
when will you realize
that macho-istic bravado
doesn't work on me, and that
even you have your moments
of self-less consideration and honest love
it's for these moments
few as they are
that my love of you grows
But I can't live on these
so I push you away from me
will you learn before it's too late
I only hope you can
if not for me your love
then for another girl of my caliber
Can't you be a jock without the Joke?
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