oh baby, pucker up

please don't hear this as a diss on you
but i really needed a tissue

such a joy to let it go
though didn't mean to lead you on

hard, i thought about our pace

and have since determined you
couldn't keep up with the ride

i put aside my wants too long
for you i will not write this wrong

on my drive home i
got a bit lost, yes, you'll ask what we shall make that mean
i gleam a spectrum of hope, think
it's possible to find new paths to cross

you off, over, through
what we had was true
it grew
an hour long love affair

and as i sit and feel a little dirty about
the way you said you're really clean,
as if, i ask myself if you'll hear this as
a diss on you, but i really needed a tissue
you're cute and all but i won't risk it
i'll move real fast and get a ticket

let off, get off, with just a warning