I write, Dumb Shit!
To stop me from doing, Dumb Shit!
The type to strap you on a rocket to go taste tears
turn droplets on the dark side of the moon
Have you elegantly placed amongst the stars
wondering who the secret admirer might be
not knowing it was I
The type to send you a life sized, chocolate covered teddy bears
have you eating to get to the core hoping to find
me but all you get is marshmallows and whip cream
Take you to court and fine you
with a child for all the heartache
you caused me
Those kinda, Dumb Shit
But in reality, it will never be.
Now Valentines is coming
and you get none of these