No, my motives weren’t pure...

You.
You know who you are.

This one's for you. Oh- who am I kidding. You won't read this. If you were inclined to do that, you wouldn't have walked out of the room in the middle of a great conversation, never to return. Who does that? Apparently, you.

It was a great conversation, too. Charged and thrilling and evolved. You were honest and forthcoming. No strings, so much promise... then, silence. You remain a cypher. And I'm just part of your collection.

Summing it up for now.

. . .

Satellite
—Aimee Mann

Let's assume you were right
and play the game of charm and strange
and satellite
and when we've all had our fun
deflate the stars
and put away the sun
and so we can call it a day.

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure
so let's remove any question of cure
cause even though you've made it pretty obscure
baby, it's clear, from here--
you're losing your atmosphere.
from here, you're losing it.

So let's assume it was true
cause baby can't lift up a hand to swear to you
and what's the use of defense?
the hangers-on are too far gone for evidence
and that one was lost from the first.

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure
so let's remove any question of cure
cause even though you've made it pretty obscure
baby, it's clear, from here--
you're losing your atmosphere
from here, you're losing it.

So have it your way
whatever makes the best resume
whatever you can throw in
wash, rinse and spin til it's
spun away--okay
but I won't be sticking around.

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure
so let's remove any question of cure
cause even though you've made it pretty obscure
baby, it's clear, from here--
you're losing your atmosphere
from here, you're losing it.

. . .

—Credit to my friend, TapwaterJ for this bit of clarity.
—Listen to a sample at iTunes.
—And no, this isn't for this guy. He's been nothing but great.