Maestro

Come in, come in - kill the lights and settle down.
I'm preparing something magical in here.
It turns happiness to anger and smiles into frowns,
And you're primed for quite the sample, oh my dear.

Give in, give in - there's no reason for this din.
For you'll see that I agree with all you say.
There's no reason for this conflict, this chaos over sin
I've decided not to fight you, not today.

I win, I win - you've forgotten why you care.
And the jealousy and fugue are all you are.
I can will away our wonders with a glassy, silent stare.
I may not love - but hey, I have a car.

Dear god, please don't let this come true.