Put down these reins young man
Your ownership's invalid

Your smile won't get you out of this
melancholy ballad

You say that you're incapable
Of loving
That's for sure

Well,
Girls are girls and ****** are ******,
And you've clearly stated your preference

From my blind eye, on the coaches side
A brain is an indifference.

But you're oh so deep,
And oh so cool,
But I think that's a pile of ****.

I could sit and say, "I'm cool with it"
Barely batting an eyelash

But I feel played in this extensive game
Don't deny my right to react

You're too **** scared
To even be yourself
You really have no *****

So, thank you,
I pray that you
Make a girl extremely unhappy
I hope that she
is way cooler than me
And is equally
uncontrollably sappy

Cause I'm done with it
This addiction I've quit
I wanted you for far too long

Have fun with your life,
and living with your mom.