two days- a weekend retreat, hence my defeat
should of been expected, interested, indiscrete
trying to keep the stress down to coincide with the beat
there was part of me that secretly could sweep her off her feet
although, I'm not a street sweeper- the dexterous type
but no one said it wasn't right to text her ass all night
so when it came to fight or flight, I should've chosen to write
instead hitting the reply to read her lies excite
we need respite and half a year's just not going to cut it
for us to air out our inequities and step in the public
but I'm above it, so I play the game and catch her attention
call me later, I evade her and it goes without mention
catch a snack and catch some Z's, wake up quarter to three
tell her if she's not busy, she should be chilling with me
I decree we catch we a movie but she opts for the sun
ain't she the type to always keep her little boy on the run

inquiries, tests, games, questions
forked tongues in cheeks with ill-intentions
rendezvous blues stay in tune to our consistency
we axed the climax and leapt straight into the mystery

oh no, it's half past four, she's almost at the door
barely gave me time to let the mind explore
I implore if I can drive, bring the puppy as well
'cause it'd be nice to walk a bitch who doesn't kiss and tell
I'm being humorous- she using this to gauge to gauge my affection
and so I take this opportunity to teach her a lesson
acting out on my independence, like I'm dealing a deck
I know she's doing me favor by folding out of respect
that's okay, I like the circles- used to have me a bike
that I could only ride in cal-de-sacs, in guardians site
so if she's right to keep on riding, I've got rage to incite
until she's too frustrated to fit the frame of polite
alright, I drop the spite, I'm mister colloquialism
and I'm under the premonition to revoke my decision
'cause she's the closest thing to caring I could ever recall
and she's as close as I could come to tearing down this wall


gripped up the game face, got a shower and glanced
at the man in the mirror and then proceeded to dance
I'm not an egoist, but can't resist a slight celebration
the way I'm planning it, she's handing in her own resignation
I've got the toys, I've got the plans- insight from infiltration
I've got the words she's never heard- make contrite from tribulations
and now I've even got a motive 'cause she's showing retention
and even when she's sitting next to me, I can sense the apprehension
like an immediate drop, my stocks plummet and crash
and so I grab the device that holds my secrets and stash
I can't believe I came so close to exposure of such degree
with a girl that doesn't really want to kick it with me
it's like she's over it, well, she should be- two years too much
for her to want to be embraced or be okay with my touch
its cool, I'm over it, as I should be- two years is too long
to be so wrapped in somebody that you write them a song- damn it


we asked for the facts and found tact within the history

I laugh at the act, it's abstract just who her mister be

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Rendezvous Blues song meanings
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