Hard to Say...
By Lillian •
Sometimes I get on with you
Other days we fight
But I always get off to you
When I'm alone at night
In the cold you play guitar
Singing out of key
I can't suggest anything
You will not hear me
But when you think that I can't see
You tune up your notes
Next thing I know we're in bed
Ripping off our clothes
Afternoon were made for sex
That you've made me see
But if you're moody I don't care
You can fucking leave
Your jokes suck and I don't laugh
Hopefully you'll learn
'Cause you're not funny when you say
"Your mom" is a burn
I've got an eye for the good things in life
And darling, I know you're one
But we've got so much more to learn
Before we can get to the real fun
[undated!!]