all the right tools, just don't fit the frame

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