I got something to tell you
something I want you to always remember
just because you’re in the bed
doesn’t mean you’re in the heart
baby, you knew from the start
this wasn’t any deep, passionate love thing
couldn’t you see that you didn’t make their heart sing
you spoke a staccato tune of hope, of joy, of lust
you keep tryna hold on to those memories of that quick nut
i mean yeah it was a dripping penetration
you lose yourself in their arms
you allow a choke hole so gripping that cobra retreats from harm
what i’m saying is
it’s time to move on
- the late bloomer