Ordinary Love Stuff
When it comes to the future we all have different dreams
I like to give the whole picture without skipping scenes
I just want a girl with a good heart who's booty struggles to fit in jeans
Am I wrong for saying that?
Can you call me wrong for speaking my heart and stating facts?
I don't want to hear about what is and isn't Acceptable
I speak my mind while being respectable
I just want a Lap dance
From a girl who tells me i'm on my Last chance
While finding a way to be Ariana Grande's last man
Even on Halloween I can't be a masked man
I refuse to try and be something I'm not
So numb, that if i give my all, nothing is lost
I Believe with the way i use my pen, my words will be touching her spot
I Make love to my pad, the ink orgasms over the page
I had an affair with self-harm, but I broke up with the blade
Went back to the thing I love most
Fell in love with a girl in a G-string and no clothes
But what guy hasn't fell in love with a dancer in a strip club?
That's something I probably shouldn't put in my poetry
Now no regular girl will want to get close to me
But I always thought Honesty was the best policy
So you'll be waiting a long time for an apology
The ink is running out and I'm writing with a broken pen
Never been the best at holding emotions in
I'm so forthcoming
About my shortcomings
So how can you judge me on my spoken sins?
At the weekend I act reckless, and just say there's beauty behind the madness
I'm just coping with a heart full of pain and a mind of sadness
But my smile shines brighter than most jewels
I'm basically the smartest fool
Realised you have to Find your own closure
We could be Together for years and I won't give them a second thought when we're over
I can't help but flirt
But what happens when you're tired of getting her out of her skirt?
And you begin to want something more
They say love is a battlefield, but I'm not ready to go to war
Why can I only now write about feelings I had years ago?
How can I write so much, but I can't get tears to flow?
Right now I wouldn't swerve to avoid a crash
It sounds dead wrong
But I'd go head on
Have flashes of my dream girl in a red thong
Me and depression continue to clash
Depression blames me for things I couldn't stop
Maybe all of my love is lost
Maybe I should avoid relationships, because I gave a ring to my pen
The ink just ran out, so I've got to bring this to an end
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