I wish that I’d get over you one of these days;
You no longer hold my sun’s rays.
But on the fo’real, if you’d ask me to stay,
Next to you, I’d forever lay.
But you haven’t given me the time of day
And when I ask you not to; you fuck up my stay
So, Love, what am I supposed to do?
Please show me, for I have no clue.
And if one day you change your mind
And find out that you caught a hard find;
Then, inform me so I’d know…
That I should gather up all my guts to go.
