I told you I am not the boyfriend type.
I am not good at dating.
Public affection and all that shit,
I am barley good at fucking.
You think otherwise.
You must broaden your horizons.
You’re really nice…
and I have issues that will bring you down.
You will go far,
if you run away now.
I don’t think you will…
So, I am going to rap it up now
next week you won’t remember my name.
I will feel bad doing this to you,
because I will go on
it will be done to me.
I will fall for a pretty face
an amazing ass
and a mediocre blow job.
Then they will no longer call me.
And I will think back to this morning,
when I had to just be honest with you…
and hate that once again i’ve lied to myself.