Ill Lit - Broken Open Fence

i’m always on the fence
as a last defense,
in the argument
that i can’t start with you,
that i can’t stop with you.
but i can’t stop.
we’re just managing,
we’re not arguing.
and it’s so obvious
it’s your honesty.
you're led on again
but you’ll get off again
you’re seesawing
you’re recharging.
i’m not a fast lover
i’m not a slow lover
i’m a half-fast lover.