this is what i'll never say

by: Johnny Slate

Yes you know that I love you.
But what am I supposed to do?
Fit yourself in my big shoes,
It's deja vu. It's nothing new.

I'll bet you're out, you're having fun,
But watchout Cupid bought a gun,
And modern romance has me stunned,
It's just a prick: his bullet tounge.

In this bed, this room, I'm stuck,
I'm not supposed to give a FUCK.
Guess what? You struck out of luck,
I'm the guy that simply sucks.

Didn't mean to make you see,
All that you have done to me.

Only one thing is for sure:
Your kiss seems like the only cure.