The Odds Are Against You


Fuck promises and lie straight through your teeth.
Let's make this as easy as it can be;
because I'm far too insecure
to hear that fuckin four letter word.
I do not wish to waste my time
and watch my feelings fall out of line.
You could find me here for a moment,
just remember you'll never own it.
If I just wanted to fuck
then I would go fuck myself.
A feeling I know well.
Who do you think you are,
trying to steer the wheel of my damn car?
I'll go where I want,
I'm just being blunt.
Because being myself is far too fun.

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