Cena Inconclusa

We agree it will be as you say
Let's talk straight face to face
Straight to the point we agree
It happened in the heat of the game
With nothing overstated
Not even figuratively
I'm going to tell you why I'm going to leave you
I'm going to tell you that if this is going to end
It's because of your way of loving
It's an unfinished dinner that doesn't reach the main course
Just an appetizer, a snack that doesn't satisfy me
It's an unfinished dinner that doesn't reach the main course
It's just a handout, a snack that doesn't fill me up
We agree it will be as you say
Let's talk straight face to face
Straight to the point we agree
By your rules of the game
With nothing overstated
Not even figuratively
I'm going to tell you why I'm going to leave you
I'm going to tell you that if this is going to end
It's because of your way of loving
It's an unfinished dinner that doesn't reach the main course
It's just an appetizer, a snack that doesn't satisfy me
It's an unfinished dinner that doesn't reach the main course
It's just an appetizer, a snack that doesn't fill me up
It's an unfinished dinner that doesn't reach the main course
It's just an appetizer, a snack that doesn't satisfy me
It's an unfinished dinner that doesn't reach the main course
It's just an appetizer, a snack that doesn't fill me up
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
You're going to lose my affection, girl, if you don't stop
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
Do you think you're driving me crazy, girl, don't be naive
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
Because the note you give is not white, black, round, it doesn't even become blurred
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
Your style is out of fashion, girl, it's no longer used
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
When we try to talk, a skirmish arises
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
This has to end, you no longer take advantage of me
Your way of loving is an unfinished dinner
I tried to write you a poem and my inspiration ran out