I can't read minds.
Don't treat me like I should.
If I knew what you wanted you'd get it any time I could.
You like to be pursued?
I guess that's what I'll do.
But don't get confused.
We're not following the plans you drew.
My willingness to be with you isn't your definition.
My desire to be close somehow causes indecision.
You swiped on me and I responded.
Every. Single. Time.
But that's not what you wanted?
I'm happy to adapt and accommodate, fuse into what you desire.
I'm gas soaked kindling and you're the one playing with fire.