Unromance

What say you we talk this over?

Well honey you are in fine shape but out of practice

These simple acts are carried out with circumspect and I am perplexed

Indulge my need of delicate elocution

With some deluded affection

I'm sharp, you're trivial at best

Exploiting your edge

So talk yourself down to the gutter

Because this is the answer

The profane ain't profound my dear

The truth is I'm prior to engagement

It's recognition (on the record, off the QT and lush)

It's the same beat in different songs

Tackled to the ground

Drowning in comfort

Suffocating smothered

You say you can see through me but you're not even there