Wait, pencil it in
Quit wasting all that ink
By the way, what do you really think?
Could you say what you always
Thought you should not say?

This decision was made for me
And I kindly agreed
So despite learning your seasons
This feeling hasn't changed

Running out of sympathy
Complacency to spare
It seems spineless
If there's something that's been sent for me
Then it never made it here
Still you're thinking to find any reason to divide