You deserve better than... I kinda want to be your man. This Bootleg Zapp and Roger doesn't mind holding your hand, but you know what happens when I'm in demand and I can't treat you like the fall back plan.
My eyes wander. You're the one I'll always want to chill with, but there's a few others that I still want to deal with. Brutal honesty? I'm not willing to sacrifice what could be... for a certain eternity with someone who won't settle for a part me, so pardon me.
I can't get cuddly.
I can't get lovey dovey with you, because I won't know when, where, or how to stop and I already know what makes you hot and you already know how to hit the spot and you know about my thoughts and you know about my thots and they're going to be looking at you crazier than they already do and I'm going to give you a reason to be spiteful and I'm going to feel a way about the next guy who wants to be your world and knows I'm taking up too much space and I'll lowkey feel bad, but I'll still want my lips on your face and every other place... and it's a lot.
I never tried you because I’d hate myself for ever letting you feel like you’re not the prize, just because you’re runner up in my eyes. But I can’t compromise. How I move it’s hard to disguise, so that's why I’m careful with my replies. You can tell that I've purposely missed every opportunity to take you up on an invitation to develop our chemistry, because I can't afford to be... selfish.
Not with you. You're too thorough, too solid for me to take you for that ride when I know there's going to be a moment where I'll have to slide. It sounds crazy but if I could have multiple wives you'd already be by my side, and I wish those words didn't sound like too much pride.
I want your body, I want your talents, I want your mind, but you’re too divine to be a concubine. You really are wifey material, and it hurts my heart because I can see you and a box of cereal, my face headed towards both in the early morning, starting a new life amid global warming but something's missing... you'll notice a growing resistance, so you should let me love you from a good distance before it's good riddance. I'm hanging myself with every sentence, because I have to kill these inhibitions. I'm no angel, I can play second fiddles in the first chair, but this savage life is so unfair, and it's people like you who deserve care. Love, passion, and attention. Things I can give you when you have my full attention, but who really wants sloppy second thoughts with conviction?
That's why you get the side hug when I really want to grab your booty. It's the least I can do to prevent what we could be... enemies.