Ordinary Love Stuff

When it comes to the future we all have different dreams I like to give the whole picture without skipping scenes I just want a girl with a good heart who's booty struggles to fit in jeans Am I wrong for saying that? Can you call me wrong for speaking my heart and stating facts? I don't want to hear about what is and isn't Acceptable I speak my mind while being respectable I just want a Lap dance From a girl who tells me i'm on my Last chance While finding a way to be Ariana Grande's last man Even on Halloween I can't be a masked man I refuse to try and be something I'm not So numb, that if i give my all, nothing is lost I Believe with the way i use my pen, my words will be touching her spot I Make love to my pad, the ink orgasms over the page I had an affair with self-harm, but I broke up with the blade Went back to the thing I love most Fell in love with a girl in a G-string and no clothes But what guy hasn't fell in love with a dancer in a strip club? That's something I probably shouldn't put in my poetry Now no regular girl will want to get close to me But I always thought Honesty was the best policy So you'll be waiting a long time for an apology The ink is running out and I'm writing with a broken pen Never been the best at holding emotions in I'm so forthcoming About my shortcomings So how can you judge me on my spoken sins? At the weekend I act reckless, and just say there's beauty behind the madness I'm just coping with a heart full of pain and a mind of sadness But my smile shines brighter than most jewels I'm basically the smartest fool Realised you have to Find your own closure We could be Together for years and I won't give them a second thought when we're over I can't help but flirt But what happens when you're tired of getting her out of her skirt? And you begin to want something more They say love is a battlefield, but I'm not ready to go to war Why can I only now write about feelings I had years ago? How can I write so much, but I can't get tears to flow? Right now I wouldn't swerve to avoid a crash It sounds dead wrong But I'd go head on Have flashes of my dream girl in a red thong Me and depression continue to clash Depression blames me for things I couldn't stop Maybe all of my love is lost Maybe I should avoid relationships, because I gave a ring to my pen The ink just ran out, so I've got to bring this to an end