You had a conversation
Still today I feel
The rules only applied
To those
With nerves of steel
Yea I know
It wasn't a good look for you
Just a romp in the bed
A simple release or two
Year's go on
your feelings
Go unmasked
Still today
I can only ask
What?
Seems like I already know
The rules changed sometime ago
You played your hand
well I might say
But now whose the one
positioned
In the street lamp
glow
We all understood what it was
Then
But now my dear
In fear, I might add
the game didn't change
The players did
I'm no longer a phone call away
Right now as I speak
I'm in San tropez.
Excuse me if I make this quick
The new play book
ended with my
Honeymoon trip
It wasn't so simple
It took years to plan
I'm sorry you saw
Nothing pass
The rubber in the trash bin
Needless to say
I hope you see
that
those conversations
taught me too
One thing about me
I'm too good for you
Defined by.....
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