I love having these periods of irrational anger, when everything is working out perfectly in my favor.

I'm starting to loose the respect, if any, that I still have for you.
I hope you like your friends.

Sitting in your apartment isn't the same..
I don't have those thick emotions for you that I had just days before.
I don't get those heavy butterflies anymore.
It's all expected I suppose.
I run away from good things.
You're just another escape.
cliche as it fucking sounds...my heart is telling me one thing;
while my heads telling to fucking run and never look back.

The way I see it

Girls get screwed
they're always on the short end of things

The way things work, guys feel great,
but make girls feel cheap doing
what the beg for.

the way they get to play the fuck outta you,
all the while claiming they love you and
making you believe it's true.

the way it's okay to gift their heart one day,
and to gift a back hand the next,
to move on the apricot when the peach
brushes and bruises.

These things make me believe,
believe "God" is a man after all.