Stains On My T-Shirt, Bruises On My Heart
It is the worst feeling telling somebody you care about,
That you want to be around,
That you are going to see other people.
Not date, just see.
If for anything,
Just the gratification that someone finds you attractive,
Wants to spend time with you;
Wants to take you out for a meal,
Some laughs.
I just miss that, you know?
Every time I check my email,
All it’s full of is guys that want to fuck me,
And do you know what I say to that?
Fuck them.
I’m over that stage of my life.
I am upset at how things are working out right now.
Everyone is upset that they think they are going to hurt me,
And the people that are hurting me,
Don’t even notice.
On top of that,
They want me to stop being around the only people that can get me to smile.
I mean, my heart couldn’t possibly break when it wasn’t whole to start with, right?
It’s just.. trying.
First mate? There is no first mate.
This is the good ship lifestyle.
All my men have jumped ship.
It’s the lonliest voyage I’ve ever been on.
That pretty much sums it up.
Matty B.