muse

perhaps I’m just here to amuse you
perhaps I’m just here to amuse
it’s becoming apparent I’m going to lose you
perhaps you are simply my muse

perhaps you can’t help but abuse me
perhaps you can’t help but abuse
perhaps it’s your nature to bruise and misuse me
perhaps I can’t help but be bruised

but still, it seems I have to choose you
it seems it’s still you that I choose
despite the abuse and misuse, to refuse you’s
an option I simply can’t use

so darling, although you infuse me
with all the good things you infuse
it seems you’d not choose me but rather just use me
and that leaves me less than enthused

you see, you are rather confusing
you’re making me rather confused
I probably won’t win you without ever using
a devious trick or a ruse

it seems you will have to excuse me
for I simply must be excused
for thinking that someone, such refuse as me
could ever get someone like you