I realize ill never get the pretty girls,
But that's cool,
Cause Id rather get a decent one
Without being a tool.
And id rather get an ugly one
Who isn't a damn fool.
And id rather people hate me for me,
Than thinking that I'm cool.
But they might think that I'm full
Of shit.
But why sweat it.
Cause I don't think it makes you cool holding a cigarette,
And it doesn't make you better living without regrets,
Because you wont be saying that up to your neck in dept.
But why sweat it.
Because you obviously know whats best,
And I'm the only one left with whats left,
But when you fall into pieces,
I will be the one that with the net.
So let it rest.
Put the rest on the table,
With some cardboard underneath it
To try to make it stable.
And support it.
Nourish the time you've got left,
Because when it leaves in a heart beat
You'll want to be on the right jet.
