A Suitor is a Con Man After Midnight

It's too late at night for this position,
Upright pondering right and wrong;
This distracts me from my primary mission.

You're too old to still be running game,
Because if I didn't know you on Facebook,
I wouldn't even know your name.

You've rambled such an obscure vision,
With the air of a salesman gone mad;
I must admit you've lost my attention.

I'm too young to play grown folk games,
To talk of future and family and forever;
I wonder if you even remember how to say my name.