This Is a Bad Song

Your mother doesn’t like me
She says i've got too much to say
I think that’s unlikely
I haven’t even talked to her today

I’ve been going in circles trying to think of ways to make you feel okay
But now i know
It’s not my goddamn job

Johnny called yesterday he said maybe you should give him one more shot
I don’t even want to think about all the chances that i let him just give up
Maybe i’ve been going about this the wrong way
Maybe i was wrong

Smart boys don’t do bad shit so maybe go back to school
Stop acting like your dick is made from all the finest jewels
I’ll never live up to the girl you’ve made up in your mind
So run back to your all boys club and curse all womankind

Never have i ever felt just so small
I was crawling into holes
Sinking into the walls
Everyday you would tell me that i don’t do anything right
You’d scold me as if i was just a fool
What made you think that you could be so goddamn cruel
I’ve been waiting or the day you’d make it right
But now i know that all of it was a waste of time
You call me on my phone
You’re knocking on door
I’ve been waking up from dreams of your bedroom floor
You should get a job
You should pay rent
You should get a therapist and try to be a better man

Smart boys don’t do bad shit so maybe go back to school
Stop acting like your dick is made from all the finest jewels
I’ll never live up to the girl you’ve made up in your mind
So run back to your all boys club and curse all womankind

Please stop talking
I don’t wanna hear about your NFT’s
Are you making up for something
Heaven knows you never did anything for me
Count 1 2 3 4 5
How many times will you try to get it right
This time i won’t turn a blind eye
This time i won’t turn a blind eye

Your trojan horse won't work this time I think i've found my pride
Besides I faked it every time but hey at least you tried