There is a curious thing about girls,
That my friend and I don’t get.
Or, maybe no man gets.
It doesn’t matter what or who they are,
A hook up, a long time lover, a good friend,
When things eventually blow up—they always do amongst us human beings
And when we scream and kick and tear the walls down,
Rip our hair out to the roots, and partake in substances
We would otherwise look down upon, but when we actually see them, or talk to them,
No matter how much they hurt us, since we care
We can see nothing but the good in them,

Their reasons, no matter how validated or not,
Ebb through us, and we forgive; I may be a pessimist
But I always see the best in them, the sound of their voice turns my stone heart
Into honey, even when I hated them and screamed for mercy only weeks ago.

And they never realize , no matter how much they hurt us,
We still believe in them. And after however long of this,
After ignoring our friends and family about being too mature about things,
We will finally give in, and we will say in unison,
*******, I don’t need this **** anymore,
Even though it is only half true.

And the girls, they will wonder why no one else gives them
The time of day, or love or whatever, or seem to only get
The hard *** guys acting tough and only want a good ****,
It’s because they missed an opportunity to have a guy
Who was absolutely deluded with good thoughts about them,
Who woke up and saw what they were really doing,

They missed an opportunity,
While we hauled *** far away, bitter and thankful
In the long run.