A Question of Lust

You're like a spaghetti strand after I drop it in the trash.

You're weaker than my grandma's hip replacement.

You're like a popsicle on a hot day, melting into nothing.

You're still hoping I'll bring you cookies instead of consequences.

You're like a kid who thinks I'll let you off the hook every time.

You're still believing in magic, even though I've seen your text history.

You apologize more than I eat chips at a party.

You're like a pencil that keeps breaking every time I write on it.

You apologize more than my mom does on my birthday.

You smile like you just won the lottery and it's still fake.

You grin like you just got a free soda and it's your last day of school.

You smile like you got a free pizza and it's still Monday.

You know we're in this mess, but you're still confused like a chicken in a blender.

You know we're both messed up, but you're still confused like a chicken in a blender.

You know we're both stupid, but you're still confused like a chicken in a blender.

We're both holding on by a thread, like a bad relationship in a bad movie.

We're both stuck together like two bad choices in a bad restaurant.

We're both holding on like a bad relationship in a bad movie.

You know we both need our space, like a kid who just got grounded.

You know we both need our space, like a kid who just got sent to time-out.

You know we both need our space, like a kid who just got sent to the basement.

You know we're both stupid enough to let go, like a kid who just dropped an ice cream cone.

You know we're both stupid enough to let go, like a kid who just spilled a milkshake.

You know we're both stupid enough to let go, like a kid who just dropped a pizza.

You know all my secrets, like a detective who just got a free lunch.

You know all my secrets, like a detective who just got a free donut.

You know all my secrets, like a detective who just got a free taco.

You know I'm a mess, like a drunk man who just woke up.

You know I'm a mess, like a drunk man who just got kicked out of a bar.

You know I'm a mess, like a drunk man who just spilled his drink.