Get back to me

I’m layin’ it there at your feet. Telling you.

Grucci display;

quiet words as well.

You got to me, I got back to you, now you’re not getting back to me.

I’m dyin,’ hoping, wondering what’s wrong manically checking

my inboxes like a guy who’s running the numbers

or a kid awaiting a college admissions letter.

Such is life and love it would seem.

OK…

Well, not really but what other choice have I got?

I wish you well though it kills me because I really do and

I’m really good at romance if you’d only give me a chance to show you

but if you’re not going to get back to me then please don’t get to me in the first place.