(“Wait, wait, wait… I hear you say that you think that I am a scam. And I see how you physically seem very tense. So I assume that thought of yours is really bothering you. So…“) (“Does that mean, you dream and wish for me to scam you…? …. Mhhh would you like that? Hehe Oh no, no no. Wouldn’t scam you even if I was not.”) (“Although… you and me know how fucked up of a scam I can be. Remember? I am what you want me to be… shh… we don’t want her to know… right?“) Ten years ago, when being out in a pub Happens sometimes, a stranger sayin’ (“what’s up”) I am the first who loves long chats (and some glass of booze) Long conversations about bad and the good And then sometimes it happens bullshit comes out of their mouth I feel my heart pump faster, and adrenalin kick in (“just shut your mouth”) I scream to my brain So I choose silence, and then go insane (Wait) don’t mean to be rude (Wait) don’t wanna kill the mood (Wait) I need to make sure to understand, before I mess you up real good (“Verbally, obviously”) wait, wait, wait Before it’s too late It’s a conversation, I would appreciate Not a monologue, THAT I would hate Not to hear what you say, because I really care about you And I want to know everything there is about you, But Wait, wait, wait It’s not too late Or I wouldn’t wait Now it’s 2 a.m. and your voice won’t take a break You’re building a castle out of one weird take I’m nodding like a customer at the worst café Trying not to laugh in your face, okay You say “I’ve done my research,” then you just read the label Off some post from a guy who can’t even spell “stable” So I bite my tongue, count tiles on the floor Smile like a saint who’s been here before (Wait) I’m not trying to fight (Wait) I’m just trying to get it right (Wait) if we’re gonna talk, let’s both get a turn tonight (“Yes, I’m making a scene. Nicely.”) wait, wait, wait Before it’s too late It’s a conversation, I would appreciate Not a monologue, THAT I would hate Not to hear what you say, because I really care about you And I want to know everything there is about you, But babe Wait, wait, wait It’s not too late Or I wouldn’t wait Maybe I’m dramatic, maybe I’m a pain Maybe I’m the reason you’re repeating yourself again But I’m still here, phone face-down on the seat Trying to keep this little disaster polite and neat So take a breath, give the room some air I’m not your enemy, I’m just already there Half amused, half ready to leave If you keep explaining what I already believe wait, wait, wait Before it’s too late It’s a conversation, I would appreciate Not a monologue, THAT I would hate Not to hear what you say, because I really care about you And I want to know everything there is about you, But Wait, wait, wait It’s not too late (“Or I wouldn’t wait”) (“No, really, go on. I’m thrilled. Absolutely thrilled.”) (“You’ve got another theory? Amazing. A whole second chapter.”) (“I’ll just sit here and keep pretending this is fun.”)
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