bad love poem
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I always said I'm a bad boyfriend
But I never did anything to change it
So now I'm not a boyfriend
Now I'm a lonely stoner
The cold air hits me when I wake up
I am filled with a sinking feeling
Like a rock being dropped into a lake
I roll over fearing what awaits me on the opposite side of the bed
You and I, my friend, share so much in common
For we both care so much about so little
We both try so hard to do so little
We both do so much but accomplish so little
I put the broken in broken records
I will not treat your body like something precious
Even though you have fragile stickers laid out on your edges
Baby, I am not U-haul
I am no good at transactions
