supposition

i don't know if you know

it just seems to me

you keep hurting my heart

i suppose i should explain

give it a try

when these things spin

spin inside my head

i suppose there's a sense of evasion

a crumbling sense of infatuation

and most of the time

i'm left in dark wonder

but let me get to the things concrete 

if i ask you to do it

you say you will

but you don't 

simple favors asked by

a man wanting to be more secure

i only tell you because

there's a destiny without a pause

and if i'm not the one for tomorrow

let me catch you, trust you, love you

no matter how high the bar

i give points for trying