To seduce you, I used to speak softly.
Smoking on a cig, I asked you out for a coffee.
I used to toss and turn thinking about you, sleeping awfully.
But looking for something concrete
left me on the concrete.
You see, recently I’ve been chasing false goddesses with nothing but tall promises.
Who walk around with their noses up in the air like they know that they’re hot as shit.
The problem is their beauty and their hearts seem to contradict,
and the consequence is just that you’re left unconscious quick.
It’s crazy cause their’s all types of shit that we’ll do for a bitch.
Whoa; pardon my French, but that’s just how I kiss.
And excuse my frankness, but that’s just how it is.
These girls walk around like they’re on some sort of power trip.
If I didn’t say how I felt you’d consider that cowardice.
But I’m never roundabout,
and after living and learning this is what I found out.
You know, after having my heart kicked around harder than a mother fucking round house.
You got to be selfish.
Look out for yourself, you shouldn’t expect help.
Your health is the key, and the rule is self-preservation.
You hesitated too long, and now I’m sick and tired of waiting.
You might be jogging through my mind, but in running out of patience.
This means I walk the road alone when I reach my destination.
It’s a paradigm shift and I’ve come to grips with this statement.
But you refuse to believe because you’ve made up these dreams,
and now you seem like Adele because you keep on chasing pavements.
Well, I never said it wouldn’t be painless.
Now, just prepare to soothe the shattered souls with self-medication.