Your love for me rises and falls like a share price. The more interest I put toward you, the lower the price.
I work away, chipping away the faults in my character, so that I can be the man that you need.
I know I’m a nice guy… sometimes. I need to be indifferent to your apprehension. I don’t want to be the nice guy, more-so the good man. ‘Cos when I feel your passion, it’s overwhelming, and any attempt by me to be that person falls by the wayside. I’m approaching foreign territory, pushing my emotional frontiers extending further than that which I’m acclimatized to. I’m trying to be brave, but this push-pull on my heart drives me barmy.
