I've viewed the abuse that Cupid can do.
Ruthless brute let loose and shoot it at you.
Spray and pray at the Cue, let the chaos ensue,
Foolish humans how do you like my do do do?
Love won't stay.
I won't waste my mind on the chase,
I'd rather spend time on rhymes, drink a fifth to the face.
The number two is the loneliest,
Y'all need friends like an only kid.
All those friends you have are mostly shit,
And I cope with copious opiates.
And I like to write when I'm at my lowest.
Scribe all night women are my motives.
My prognosis it won't get better,
All I know is that i can't forget her.

Not saying that I'm hopeless, I just don't get my hopes up.
If there's one thing that I hope is, that you and him have broke up.
Hey, okay they say the third time is the charm,
And if you haven't found your soulmate yet, please don't be alarmed.
Matter fact, if you’ve settled down already, I would be concerned,
‘Cause shit, I don't wanna be married when I'm still watching this porn.
Let it sink in, she's not coming back,
Never again take a seat in your lap. Never again go behind your back,
It's just me and my hand and a bottle of Jack.
Meant to be? It wasn’t meant to be.
I'll figure this shit out eventually.
‘Til then cement my identity and keep blowing your mind like a Kennedy.

Romance was never my forte
Love is a tease, eternal foreplay
Lifetime of letdowns enough for me
Maybe she's hid towards the end of this forty.

If there was ever one sentence that I simply detest,
“If you can't accept me at my worst you don't deserve me at my best”
Honey, if I can't handle you at your worst then you’re probably fucking crazy,
And I can see your ass on the internet, then your not a fucking lady!
Whatever, who am I to judge? I may not be the most gentle man,
Guilty of losing my cool with booze and adrenaline
You could be heaven sent, elegant, feminine, genuine, physical specimen, visual spectacle, no flaws detectable, I'd still b skeptical.
Sorry this is just my confessional.
No chance, no chance, no chance, that I'll ever set this thing in motion,
And tonight I still have no plans because I just keep on choking.
Now look, This cud have very easily been a love song, but,
If you’ve never been in love, how the fuck are you supposed to write one?
Am I wrong? Should I lie in my songs? Comply by these icons?
Or should I rewrite this blueprint,
We need my improvement.
And despite this demise I'll revive this music.

Romance was never my forte
Love is a tease, eternal foreplay
Lifetime of letdowns enough for me
Maybe she's hid towards the end of this forty.