come to me

come to me with ardour if you please

I’ll meet you halfway, down on my knees

with a song on my lips and a grin on my face

I’ll play easy to get and cut to the chase

aye come to me with lust if you can

I’ll grab you by your waist and try be your man

with courtesy in my voice and chivalry in my veins

and a vow to be the one who forever remains

yes come to me with honesty if it’s true

in a fragile false world, a real point of view

I’ll match you truth for truth, give you my word

and live up to it like a superstition adhered

why, come to me with a happy little wink

a tease and a dimple to make a heart think

I’ll answer you with a rascal’s devil-may-care

with sweet nothings or maybe just a stare

ah, come to me with a tear in your eye

with a loud aching sob or a soft silent sigh

I’ll sit not still; I’ll sweat the extra mile

to search and surrender to you that lost lovely smile

worst, come to me all helpless and broken

I’ll hear the words that never need be spoken

I’ll be hug and shoulder, bandage and balm

cold water to your fire, all caress and calm

but woe come to me with abuse and rage

like a tyrant with an unjust war to wage

frothing with cruelty, for cruelty’s own cause

like a madman – or madwoman – following own laws

then like a flood in unholy unforgiving spate

you’ll find my love drown you, only now as hate.

ram cobain