Gifts or roses or car outside the door,
what does it take to make you like me more? he asks.
I arrived before time on our first date night,
It adds up the points in my favour, am I right?
I made you the priority, for the first week of relationship,
I even pulled the chair out for you to sit.
I offered you my coat when you felt little chilly,
I said all things right and was a textbook good boyfriend, hope that doesn’t make me look silly.
It doesn’t take all that to make you my man,
when all that I needed was to hear me, god damn!
you cut in between my conversations when I was telling my stories,
I felt bad when you rejected my thoughts and my passions,
you were dismissive of my voice and opinions.
you kept me waiting for your...