Our love is a flirtationship,

but I want a relationship.

With trust and love,

and an abode with cubs,

but you want something less.

 

Our love is a flirtationship.

For you its collectorship

with her and her.

Feelings are blurred.

Let's put it all to rest.

 

I'm not pretty, but I'm witty.

You are smart with a wavering heart.

We are weird, eccentric, queer,

but still normal compared to peers.

 

Our love is a flirtationship,

but I wanted a relationship.

With love and trust,

it's all a must,

but now it's lust.

When did we bite the dust?