I'll tell you what you want to know I'm sycophantic romantic
I keep your number in my phone
But named you "do not answer it"

I'm old enough that I should be someone now
That made a point of making it out this town
And arguably I'm better than previously
But starting to hate people that act like me

I'm holding back the urge to focus
Why I prefer my silhouette?
Cos detail paint a prefect picture
One thousand words all say **** whit

And much like your shoulder we're colder now
Haven't spoke to you in months and it makes me proud
Arguably I'm better than previously
But still a narcissist with out any self esteem

I don't think I
Understand
What makes a
Person Decent

You keep your heart
On your sleeve
Darling you're
Barely twenty

Her heart
never came enabled
with any thing
that could keep it stable
it fills my head full of ***** I don't give
so unless you get it together
*******, see you later

And my head
won't exactly function
in the way
that I know that I need, I
set ship, to sail with out a compass
cos when you're young and stupid
you seldom ******* use it.

now in bed
we're underneath and in to
make noise
no normal person would do
a faint beet you could hear from her sleeve says
I'll get it together, I'll get it together

When in jest
I gave the ***** a bone
now watch and sit as she trips on my heart of stone
welcom to! welcom to! the fall