I try my best to be the nice guy
but all this small talk
leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
like my mind disconnects from my brain
what to do
what to say
like walking on a tight rope
or playing some rigged game
where only losers win
and caring has you crying like a bitch
I just want to be a sicko
say some shit that would get me cancelled
bend over the table bitch
I want to fuck you raw
like you ain’t worth shit
because a fucked up bitch
needs to be treated like
a fucked up bitch
I always walk behind you
enjoying the view
half your ass cheeks hang out your shorts
and I can’t say anything about it
instead we talk about things you like
which is cloths and pop songs
because we are just friends
but I don’t want to be friends
I want to be a sicko
fall in love with my demons
might get drunk
might do some other drugs
because I need an excuse
to be inappropriate
smack your ass
tell you I like your phat tits
or how I picture your red lipstick
stained on my dick
you radiate sex
which is just cruelty
or some kind of torture
what is appropriate
in an inappropriate world anyway
I try to read the sighs
but when I say anything I get a look
like I’m some kind of creep
was your tits in my face not what It seemed
I just want to be a sicko
get you back to my place
stick it in your ass
and fuck you brutal
don’t even care if we ever talk again
so tired of sponsibilities
want to tap into animal instincts
but baby it’s a Pandora’s box
once the devil’s out
might tear the whole fucking world down
