All the things I wish we had,
went out the window when it all went bad.
You're fucking me over, you're so remiss.
It's fucked up that it only takes one kiss.
One look dead in my eye to make it okay,
but what about the next day?
What about what I say?
Don't make it seem acceptable,
because these actions are regrettable.
The only problem is you're unforgettable,
not haveable, not grabable.
Sometimes I wish I felt bad that it feels so good.
Sometimes I wish you'd do the things I know you could.
Sometimes I wish you'd just sit us on the shelf,
because I know I can't do it myself,
you're so bad for my health.
I can barely find my mental stability,
because whenever you get into me,
I find I'm fucked mentally,
just as much as physically.