had a good run of days where i thoroughly performed my man act;
you know the one where i check my emotions and hide my devotions
and go through the motions of moving from day to day to day
and resist saying: i've missed you, i've wanted to kiss you,
wanted to be with you, just hanging together and doing whatever
comes to mind. i've wanted to give you a piece of my time.
but you know what's going on when i keep this inside; you come
to my house and you lie in my bed and you ask me to tell you
all the things i haven't said, you lead me with your speech,
you're asking me, you're asking me, "what is it that you fail
to say" and you are telling me, you are telling me, "you cannot
scare me away" and in what way can i dodge this, the answer is
i couldn't and i can't; you get me from that certain special
slant from which there can be no defense. you come to my house
and you pet all my pets and you ask me to say what i haven't said
yet, and there goes my span of days of being a man in ways;
i do as i've been asked to. i do what i need to do. i tell you
that i love you.