Verbing Commas and Real Men Soliloquy
I don't why you don't understand yet, why you have to question so much.
I know that you use questions to understand what's going on with us, but I don't know how much I can explain. We're getting into things I've never done before, into things I'm not sure of.
All I know is that I'm wanting to be with you, whenever you decide that the time is right, because I'm here, and it's all I know that I want. I'm not complaining though, because you actually want to spend time with me, on or off the radar, which ever comes first. And I'm glad with that. And I know that things'll heat up from there, and you'll be so happy that I'm home, you'll find a way to see me everyday and things'll be good for ten days of our lives.
And then I'll leave again, and be slightly closer this time around, and you'll be less sad with me in the same time zone. But then you ask why I want to do things with you when there are more experienced girls out there. It's simple really.
Those girls don't like me. They don't like that I respect them, they don't like that I'm so nice all the damn time. They don't like that I think before I speak, they don't give a damn if I care about them. They don't like southern boys with a hint of courtesy. They all want to be treated like meat and only used for sex and drugs and then they'll come looking for a guy like me to put them back together the way they were supposed to be. Right now, most of those girls are just looking for a quick fuck to pass the time.
That's not me, nor will it ever be. You know all of this, and you care about it. You give a damn how I treat you, you consider it cute that I think my way around or that I open doors for women. You like that I call you things like "Lady" or "Darlin" instead of "Hottie" or "Babe" or "Twat" or "Bitch" as a substitute for your name. You certainly like that I don't go out of my way to make you feel like a sack of shit, don't you? I find that horrible, and every "man" that keeps a woman by fear should get his balls slit and tied around his throat, because that's not a man at all.
I've been raised to be a proper man, because there wasn't one in my house as I grew up. I became what I never wanted to be of my own father. I don't want to leave my child stranded for some drug addiction or another slut simply because she likes to fuck more often. If I have a child, you can be damn sure that I'm going to be there for the entirety of its life. Because that is the right thing to do. I do the right thing. And if the right thing to do is to sit here and wait for you to come back around so that I can have you, that's what I'm going to do. And while I wait, I'll be protecting you and this country until you decide. And I think by then, I'll be done here, and we can start on our lives together.
You see that I'm different, and you like it.
I might not have a southern accent until I get down in the sticks
but I'm definitely a southern boy, not like many of these northern kids you see everyday.
And I act every part. If I could have a cool suit and a matching mustache, you bet I'd have one.
That's why I'm still here, why I'm set on waiting. It's the right thing, or so I feel.
And until it feels wrong, I'll be here, waiting.
I know that you use questions to understand what's going on with us, but I don't know how much I can explain. We're getting into things I've never done before, into things I'm not sure of.
All I know is that I'm wanting to be with you, whenever you decide that the time is right, because I'm here, and it's all I know that I want. I'm not complaining though, because you actually want to spend time with me, on or off the radar, which ever comes first. And I'm glad with that. And I know that things'll heat up from there, and you'll be so happy that I'm home, you'll find a way to see me everyday and things'll be good for ten days of our lives.
And then I'll leave again, and be slightly closer this time around, and you'll be less sad with me in the same time zone. But then you ask why I want to do things with you when there are more experienced girls out there. It's simple really.
Those girls don't like me. They don't like that I respect them, they don't like that I'm so nice all the damn time. They don't like that I think before I speak, they don't give a damn if I care about them. They don't like southern boys with a hint of courtesy. They all want to be treated like meat and only used for sex and drugs and then they'll come looking for a guy like me to put them back together the way they were supposed to be. Right now, most of those girls are just looking for a quick fuck to pass the time.
That's not me, nor will it ever be. You know all of this, and you care about it. You give a damn how I treat you, you consider it cute that I think my way around or that I open doors for women. You like that I call you things like "Lady" or "Darlin" instead of "Hottie" or "Babe" or "Twat" or "Bitch" as a substitute for your name. You certainly like that I don't go out of my way to make you feel like a sack of shit, don't you? I find that horrible, and every "man" that keeps a woman by fear should get his balls slit and tied around his throat, because that's not a man at all.
I've been raised to be a proper man, because there wasn't one in my house as I grew up. I became what I never wanted to be of my own father. I don't want to leave my child stranded for some drug addiction or another slut simply because she likes to fuck more often. If I have a child, you can be damn sure that I'm going to be there for the entirety of its life. Because that is the right thing to do. I do the right thing. And if the right thing to do is to sit here and wait for you to come back around so that I can have you, that's what I'm going to do. And while I wait, I'll be protecting you and this country until you decide. And I think by then, I'll be done here, and we can start on our lives together.
You see that I'm different, and you like it.
I might not have a southern accent until I get down in the sticks
but I'm definitely a southern boy, not like many of these northern kids you see everyday.
And I act every part. If I could have a cool suit and a matching mustache, you bet I'd have one.
That's why I'm still here, why I'm set on waiting. It's the right thing, or so I feel.
And until it feels wrong, I'll be here, waiting.