***** sheets speak to his apathetic state of mind,
Why are you here? It’s clear he isn’t even trying,
He’s so high when you **** he probably thinks he’s flying,
Cab money for the ride home you spend the whole time crying,
All you wanna hear him utter is two words, your mine,
Until his lips speak those words your soul is left dying,
But who are you kidding, it’s your ***** he’s buying,
You don’t wanna believe it so you keep on denying,
So you wait outside his place, spying,
Another girl comes over, you weren’t gratifying?
**** that ***** anyway, tired of him lying.