This World Rejects Them
They tell me to drop it.
They tell me to take it slow.
Fucking hell, I'm getting tired of waiting and pissing around it. I'm blunt, I'm straightforward, and I suck at biting my tongue. I want to ask you a question.
But they tell me to take it slow, or drop it.
Flirting on the phone doesn't help. Avoiding me doesn't help either.
I want you all to myself again. I want to scream out of taxi cab windows at two-thirty in the morning, half-drunk, again. I want to kiss your neck again.
However I probably have come to the conclusion that I'm better off being single anyways, why? Because the people I like either turn out to "be bad for" me, married, off the market somehow, or not even interested.
I'm getting tired of this shit.
They tell me to take it slow.
Fucking hell, I'm getting tired of waiting and pissing around it. I'm blunt, I'm straightforward, and I suck at biting my tongue. I want to ask you a question.
But they tell me to take it slow, or drop it.
Flirting on the phone doesn't help. Avoiding me doesn't help either.
I want you all to myself again. I want to scream out of taxi cab windows at two-thirty in the morning, half-drunk, again. I want to kiss your neck again.
However I probably have come to the conclusion that I'm better off being single anyways, why? Because the people I like either turn out to "be bad for" me, married, off the market somehow, or not even interested.
I'm getting tired of this shit.