Wyct

You hate the neighbors and
Fill out papers and
Ask for answers, then pass out in two seconds flat
And when you come to
I am no more sorry
You say it's like a hobby I've found
In being like that

These cheesy moped scenes
And sleazy motel scenes
I swear, when you indulge in them
It counts as breaking some fourth wall
And you ask (tongue-in-cheek)
What it's like to be your keeper
And I swear, it's like living with a leopard
All muscle and all
And I know all your confidence is siphoned
From the sexual advances
Left on your porch and watched behind the bush
And when you come back, you act so weak
And let me tell you sweetheart, it's not a good look
And when I state my case, it always scares me
When I find myself citing directly from your dictionary
And when my spit turns pink
I don't know why I think you have it out for me
It just seems likely

You hate the neighbors and
Fill out papers and
Ask for answers, almost always on the same day
And when you come to
I am no more sorry
You say it's like a hobby I've found
In being that way