Girls You Want.
I’ve become really fucking good hearing the cruelty in your inflections
Your slowed mind doesn’t hear the gait of your disrespect
I don’t object I digest- but I digress
I was never going to impress you
But I’m always one to try
You’re always one to speak your wronged mind
And I’m always the one at fault
I’m sorry I couldn’t be all the girls you want.
Those Hedi Slimane type girls
Those sugar cube for breakfast type girls
Those skinny scarfs, skinny jeans, skinny love type girls
Those white and white type girls
Those I’ll praise you like the apple that bruised Newton type girls
I’ll join you with your fanatic boy fantasies
They won’t include me
But have me along for the ride
I got comfortable, I slipped up
Forget the basic whatnots we both lack
For a second I noticed your eyes were not black
Despite gazing into them a number of times before
This time I noticed there was a light
First time I didn’t stare back at my reflection
Instead I stared into yours
It was terrifying
You were scared
It’s not what those girls you want normally- see.
You were wankered you don’t remember it’s all good.
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