You treat me like I'm monopoly as if I'm a game & I guess you think monogamy is lame. They told it goes all things I mean but with you there are still strings. Attaching me to you almost attacking maybe because of the love I'm packing & the love your lacking. I ask what you bring & it looks like lies & schemes. Fuck there are too many strings. Simple things. Maybe someone will save me our strings could bring new things give me hope for a better spring. It's the simple things that's all I need.