I don’t even like love songs, but the right love song will make me write love songs about a right done wrong/
I like to write fantasy prose, poems of pimping/
Because girls only respect when you act cold and distant/
If you’re known to listen, you won’t go the distance
Sensitive, considerate- you won’t get enlisted
Teenagers and killers, I do not know the difference
Both have hearts so icy and cold, they’re souls are shivering
So, just to survive I’m somebody I’m not
I feign arrogance hoping somebody will watch
And sure enough they do while I’m acting and maintaining
An image, but it’s a gimmick, I’m sick of the game playing
I’m sick of pretending like I don’t like you just so you’ll like me
It seems the surest way to win although it might be
Time for me to change so here’s the first thing
If I like you I’ll answer your call- and on the first ring!
And that’s my first step toward a mating revolution
Homerooms, classrooms, I’m actively recruiting
Because as it stands now, everything is strange here
Everybody’s posing but really, we’re just plain scared
