What was that supposed to mean? Don’t start. Now you wanna act like you never said it, then leave me holding the sharp part. Bit convenient, that innocent face, considering where your hand has been. You say my temper proves your case like you had nothing to do with it. Don’t look so surprised. Don’t bother denying it. You aimed that perfectly I was already inside of it. I’ve seen this move. Still fall for the turn. You barely have to get that close before I know what’s gonna hurt. Why do you have to get so close when you’ve already got what you wanted? You pull me in just far enough to make me wish I hadn’t caught it. And I can’t tell if you want me gone or want me right where you’ve got me you press once, then let me hang Right on the pressure point. There it is. That’s the one. Pressure point. Where do you think you’re going? Don’t bother. You always leave right when I start to mean it, then make me come a little farther. Pretty convenient, that sudden retreat, after getting exactly what you came for. You know how to make me follow your lead then act like I’m asking for more. Don’t turn around now. You’ll only prove it. You get me halfway out of my head— then stand there and watch me move through it. I’ve seen this move. Still fall for the turn. You barely have to get that close before I know what’s gonna hurt. Why do you have to get so close when you’ve already got what you wanted? You pull me in just far enough to make me wish I hadn’t caught it. And I can’t tell if you want me gone or want me right where you’ve got me you press once, then let me hang Right on the pressure point. There it is. That’s the one. Pressure point. Here’s the part I won’t admit you barely have to try. A step too close, a change in pace, and there goes my reply. I know the setup. Know the switch. Still let you get away with it. I know every version of this every turn where you twist it, every half-spoken word that you drop just to see if I miss it, and I’ve practiced the exit enough to make leaving look easy right up to the second you move and the whole thing gets messy. So spare me the innocent act and the convenient confusion, the “maybe you heard me wrong” and the careful revision. You know what you’re doing. I know what it does and neither one of us wants to say what it was. Because if I admit that much, I have to say my part: You couldn’t know exactly where unless I let you that far. Why do you have to get so close when you’ve already got what you wanted? You pull me in just far enough to make me wish I hadn’t caught it. And I can’t tell if you want me gone or want me right where you’ve got me you press once, then let me hang Right on the pressure point. Why do you make it look so easy when I’m the one left paying for it? You barely move and I’m already there, halfway in before I can stop it. And I can’t tell if you want me gone or want me right where you’ve got me you press once, then let me hang Right on the pressure point. There it is. That’s the one. Pressure point.
