Wednesday, February 13, 2013

CONVOLUTED


Don't tell me not to fall in love with you;
Now I'm scared, sad, and confused...
I know you're not cuddling with me tonight, no
Instead, you're taking shots with better-looking dudes
Of course you've got more important things to do than me;
I'm just trying to be myself
But physically, you match perfectly with my dream girl,
And I just so happen to be shallow as hell

And it seems like everyone else but me is in love
And I see birds flying wing-by-wing
I wonder, "When will that be me?"

I'm drunk and watching other couples kissing - so in love
And little gestures they trade back and forth:
It's like an unspoken, affectionate game of 'tag-you're-it';
While always leaving the other wanting more, and more, and more, and more, and more
And so the dance floor becomes my second home now -
A place where your history is of no concern
And I'm pretty sure she's for me when the thought is all I need,
Thus, confirming love and sex can converge, and we merge

And it seems like everyone else but me is in love
And I see birds flying wing-by-wing
I wonder, "When, if ever, will that be me?"

With the progress of plastic surgery,
My odds increase exponentially
Plus, chicks my own age aren't even really that into me,
Let alone, my stupid covoluted personality.