People spinning in;
People spinning out.
People spinning out.
You're int'rested, yeah, but you're kinda bored—
What's that all about?
Who're you using now?
Who's been using you?
Is it a nightmare in the making, or
A dream come true?
Yes, of course, you'll commit;
But the odds are you'll quit.
You're a cold-hot, pretentious upstart.
Motives skewed, ill-defined;
You can't make up your mind.
You're a lover with a lukewarm heart.
You are yes and no;
You are in between.
You're kinda, sorta, maybe, thinkin' 'bout it—
Well, what do you mean?
Just a half-assed dance:
Fickle do-si-do.
Why don'tcha make a deal and deal with it,
Or deal a death's blow?
Yes, of course, you'll commit;
But the odds are you'll quit.
You're a cold-hot, pretentious upstart.
Motives skewed, ill-defined.
You can't make up your mind.
You're a lover with a lukewarm heart.
You play the game like a pro,
Starring in your self-centered show.
Maybe you'll hit the road,
Or maybe you'll stay.
When you're through you'll gloat
And you'll simply say,
"What's done is done,"
All in the name of noncommital fun.
You are yes and no;
You are in between.
You're kinda, sorta, maybe, thinkin' 'bout it—
Well, what do you mean?
Yes, of course, you'll commit;
But the odds are you'll quit.
You're a cold-hot, pretentious upstart.
Motives skewed, ill-defined;
You can't make up your mind.
You're a lover with a lukewarm heart.
© 2023 David Acosta
[Photo by i m a g e a r t . c o m]

