Roots of Attraction
Maybe she just wants to say something relatable...
"What's Craig into?"
Spits facts about Halo, so she can only talk game,
Her words hold no weight but the way she carries herself is insane,
On a scale of 1-10 her vibe breaks that scale
like a sumo-wrestler would,
Her heart is heavy,
There's no big ego between her lungs.
Mental capacity like a bottomless beaker,
There's no chemical equation to explain her.
The awareness of a squirrel as a 4 year-old troddles towards it.
Instead of keeping the conversation going, she dashes;
The safety of her tree will do for now until the anxious flashes and feelings of flips inside of her stomach disappear.
She has plenty of time,
Mainly because I can't climb.
"He probably thinks I'm rude.."
No, you're fixable;
Just let me get my tools,
I'm sure I have a few compliments in the shed that I can use.
But I don't want to use you.
My feelings are fixed,
Not flexible, so don't get it twisted,
My intentions are super-glue.
Mostly it's your soul is that I want to stick to.
But the soul will always be worn away unless you're some kind of 'super shoe'.
I catch feelings and vibes,
Vibe check: so many good vibes you deserve a Vibe Cheque.
Smile check: makes me forget my...
I forget what I was going to say.
Alzheimers couldn't even make me forget the first time we met.
I'd just romanticize it a bit.
I am a bit of a romantic...
But that doesn't mean I'm good at it.
I'm keeping the roots of my attraction to you underground for now,
I've planted the seed for you though,
Hopefully it grows.
Come down from that tree please,
Not thinking of relatable conversations or
Being incable of the conservation of emotions isn't the end of the world.
Having money, owning the best clothes,
Being popular, having hoes...
All of that Is meaningless if your soul isn't rich.