I doubt you even care anymore
I've tried countless times
To edge you on
Yet I know I'm not master of emotions
I can't make you feel for me the way I feel for you
I know good guys finish last
The era of the perfect man is over
Men have become so accustomed
To always finishing last
They force themselves to be something
They were never meant to be
I'm no romantic
No superclass football player
No six pack having caveman
No party going rocket man
No 10" **** having man
I'm the last of a dying breed
And even my blood runs thin
So what did you expect
My patience to be eternal
Yeah I said I had patience
But what's the point
When socialism is key
To even trying for something you want
Good guys don't exist
Consider me dead
I'll put on the leather coats
Slick my hair back
Jump on a stolen Harley
Get tattoos for no ******* reason
Consider this heart of gold
Another ******* ashtray
Sorry I catch feelings when I'm compared to other people
Sorry I fancy myself unique
Sorry I actually have feelings
Sorry I fall to easy
**** it I'm done apologizing
This hopeless romantic routine is over
Me being me is done
I'll go back to being 13-15
Not giving a **** and ******* every girl
Who's interested in having a wild night
Hope I ******* made it clear
GOOD GUYS DON'T ******* EXIST