There are so many pseudo rules which are unclear.

Do’s and don’ts.

All I want to do is ask if you’d let me buy you diner but karma is vicious.

I’ve fallen before the fallen of my making and I can’t fuck yet another beautiful being into desolation.

Sin is fun, as well as bliss,

and you’re beautiful and I know nothing but to shoot the shit.

I’ll watch your lips move relating the way you eat into some sexual innuendo.

Maybe hoping to fall asleep smiling a childish smile,

feeling your electric lingering in my spine.

Can I pick up the bill and leave the tip,

maybe catching your eye one more time in the reflection of my car window on the ride somewhere,

I’ve never been.