Convenience

Well I'd like to take you home
Then I'd, I would put you to sleep
But there's no way that's gonna happen
There's no way I'll ever get a chance
Your just too good for me
Or that's just the way you make it seem
You won't talk to me anymore
Unless its for your convenience
And I don't like the sound of that
I don't want to seem like a rat
There's nothing bad in liking you
But there's worse in caring about the way you feel
I don't know you
Anymore anymore
I can sit no more
My hands are all delayed
Its turning green today, no
Haven't you given me anything?