It’s not fair how fine you are
Even less fair how mine you aren’t
I love to force shit but that’s unfair
If you wanted to, you’d be here
It’s more of an observation
Than any complaint
I know you’ll always have a moment for me
I’d rather have a month or three
I’d rather have it all
I’d rather we be ready
I’d love to rush in
Where’s the fun in slow and steady?