Cause she'll always be my lovely,
And I'll always be a **** up.
In the end that's the only thing,
That really matters.
But does it have to be that way,
Everything I do is poetic
And I'm tired of explaining every metaphor to you.
So just judge me,
For doing you wrong,
And while you sitting in you hatred
I'll show others to get along.
Cause I place my bets on the small talk,
All my money is on the rejects,
Don't tell me I'm less than you
No I can still be something greater