These feelings are like a credit card---
sliding in and out the machine of a man’s heart
__Please enter your code:__
to withdraw the worth of love, but I’m really not someone
To bank on all of your love- it’s a result of nothing;
sometimes feeling so fake, with this plastic debit card
__INSUFFICIENT FUNDS__ not all of us can afford
the worth to love; so insecure much, not one to close
the deal; don’t come too close, don’t give me a long hug
Just like my card, I might loudly decline your very love…
Hiding the pin to my very heart- four digit requirements;
four reasons you need to give me, to be revealing shit
Or did I mean to say sheet; either way, its all a cover to
cover around the fact I have a crappy mindset about love
A love I never bought, but I did buy a bunch of its dreams
-it must explain why I’m feeling so broke nowadays