Is love hard to find?
Or am I looking in the wrong places?
Or is this a masquerade jam
That has me looking at the wrong faces?
I’m past puberty
So I wonder if perhaps,
I’m stuck in an infinite loop
Of adolescent phases.
I hate talking about love
It’s too corny
But here I am with this;
What’s gotten over me?
Or perhaps it’s infatuation
That’ll explain why I’m always horny;
And while this is true,
I must come clean
You’re nothing like my kind of girl
You’re the exact opposite
And yet it’s for you I fiend
I wish your name was Mary Jane.
A fleeting moment of affection and satisfaction so unreal.
When it’s over, I’m back at you, I want more
Even though it’s all the same
What a shame.
I should invest my time, my energies, myself into something else
Like, I dunno, material wealth, knowledge, wisdom and everything else
I need, to have a fulfilling life,
But like the earth turns to meet the sun and moon,
It all comes back to you.
I must be a loon,
You have me wound like a loom
And thus I keep trying to mend,
Trying to sew me into you
But the stitches go from none to a few
I mean that in reversed order!
Everyday I ask myself, “why do I even bother?”
Maybe it’s because I’m alone
Or I’m tired of being stuck in the friend zone.
Or maybe you’re the only one
Around whom my tongue loosens
It wants to pronounce you, my very own.
Man, this shit sucks.
Maybe if you took time and put yourself in my battered shoes
You’d realize, what the fuck?!
There’s many particles in the air,
Each with it’s own unique flair
Likely better compatible with
Again back to you
Wtf do I even care?
This is my posture for a while, until my system realizes it’s stuck in a contraption called jail
And it becomes politically aware
Why I even bother?
I dunno. Oh well I just had to share!