I Don‘t Trust Pretty Girls

 

There’s something about their presence

With their ways for themselves to present

How they walk and talk that I resent

How they fish my attention

Only to make themselves feel better

Like their make-ups aren’t enough to batter

And, of course, their irresistible banter

As if I didn’t know it was only a one-time encounter

Because it’s sad but it’s true

Sometimes there’s no heart in those corpses’ hue

They run around making people feel blue

Thinking that everything was about you

No, but no, you’re wrong!

Gravity is not even that strong

Compared to those pictures in thongs

Ones that make you wanna shoot your shlongs

You were in oblivion!

They did give you motivation

To get yourself some self-correction

Built you up with new inspiration

But to them you were a new tissue

That‘s used to erase their make-up on cue

You thought you were gonna stay new?

No, you won‘t, what’s wrong with you?

Your heart is their micellar water

Used when they’re dirty so they feel better

To boost them up again to get to character

They’ll celebrate when you get them cleaner

In their conscience of who they are

Which mostly are just bodies standing in a bar

Or long legs in a dress in a fancy car

Trying to cover their own scar

Honestly I feel sorry

For all the burdens they have to carry

That they still need to find a wipe for their memory

They probably had it harder than I can ever worry

But that still doesn’t justify the scars they put on me

All the trust issues and traumas inside of me

How their attitudes have ruined me

And their alibis for love have deceived me

At least for once I felt like I achieved the impossible

You let my fantasies for once livable

But I’m still a damn human, I’m not invincible

I don’t trust pretty girls, they make me gullible