headchecks

i shook your friend's hand—
he's my friend, too.
he looked me in the eye—
so why won't you?

i am tired of your tiptoe—
give it to me straight.
tell me, when did your love
become a kind of hate?

i may have crossed a line somewhere,
but god, just ask me nice.
i only asked about gambling,
i never rolled the dice.