Your music touches me in naughty ways
Did you mean to blow me
with your lyrics
Yeah, I'm trying to impress you
by scrawling on a receipt in a bar
How terrible of me
to delight in being a stereotype
How terrible of you
to fall for it
The cigarette.
Was that a part of the rouse?
Who did I convince?
Do I look more interesting now
than I did when you walked in?
Fuck you.
I don't even know you
what the fuck do I care if you think I'm deep?
You like lyrics that sound like cotton candy.
Cotton candy makes my teeth hurt.
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