Stags

Ohh cuz how could I when you like guys who drive lifted pickups and park like dipshits
Drank thru college, paddled freshmen
Look right through you, Never listen
Didn't vote (didn't like his options)
Pink polos (ba dum chh)
A Guy at whom you
Roll your eyes, with
Hands on hips
Like a teevee wife

When you could have a man who can't commit with ease
A hipster kid
And overthinks the smallest things and looks at you
So lovingly like that's enough
A Guy at whom you
Roll your eyes, with
Hands on hips
Like a teevee wife

You're living in our vanity



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Writer(s): Conor Garrison
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