Grievances
Get me with boys,
whose mouths spout all sorts of naive lies
and whose brains think they own the world;
who know nothing except that middle-school love
and still think they're so wise.
Get me with them, 'cos I'm lonely as fuck.Get me with girls,
whose flowy clothes swirl around soft skin
and whose eyelashes curve long and dark;
who like to pretend they aren't "into that"
but with their lipstick could stamp me all the same.
Get me with them, 'cos I'm lonely as fuck.Get me to feel,
whether it be with a hand up my shirt,
a tongue in my mouth, or
a phantom whisper on my skin;
'cos I've been lonely for too long—
lonely as fuck.
whose mouths spout all sorts of naive lies
and whose brains think they own the world;
who know nothing except that middle-school love
and still think they're so wise.
Get me with them, 'cos I'm lonely as fuck.Get me with girls,
whose flowy clothes swirl around soft skin
and whose eyelashes curve long and dark;
who like to pretend they aren't "into that"
but with their lipstick could stamp me all the same.
Get me with them, 'cos I'm lonely as fuck.Get me to feel,
whether it be with a hand up my shirt,
a tongue in my mouth, or
a phantom whisper on my skin;
'cos I've been lonely for too long—
lonely as fuck.
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