Sometimes, I just find myself sittin
Combing through the lyrics of this music to which I listen
Wondering, looking back
Reading all the words that I have written:
Can you find repentance in a sentence?
Or forgiveness in a paragraph?
Can you divorce the devil?
Tried to, but still I gave him half
Do the math
Two sides to every story
The bad ones are more fun
And the good ones always bore me
Funny, like my love life’s allegory
The girls who do bad are generally the girls for me
Always stuck in the same Maize, so corny
Rhinoceros, so horny
Way out, Rick and Morty
Serially single, probably will be when I’m forty
Priorities need sorting
Or maybe I just need to find better dimes for courting
I’m looking for some love
I’m looking for some romance
Sometimes I wanna fuck
Other times, I’m content to just dance
I’m the love they call rough
Won’t be governed by what’s in your pants
Is your love big enough?
Won’t know if you’re afraid to take a real chance
Nowadays, separated with the word “can’t”
Positivity, the new slant
falling in love, again, with me,
I’m building my own Brand.
Not commercially successful, like I’m Jor-Dan
But I’m above average,
that is to say I’m More Than
Soaking up the Sun these days,
Guess You Could Say I’m More Tan
Flying High, smiling wide
And I’m refusing to Land