OBJECT TO BE ABUSED
I'm not much
Far less than I seem
But the shell is thicker than it seems
The inside is thin and worn
I've got a three-track mind
Me, you, and music
Nothing else fits
You're meaningful
Not an object to be abused
Flirtation is not an option
You're too good for it
And it would ruin everything we have
Then why am I worried
We don't have anything
You won't let me in
I've got to find someone else
Who can accept me for what I am
Someone who can take some of your space
Where can I find her
Is she lying in wait
Will I see her soon
Will I meet her soon
Or will I just see you
And let the whole cycle start again