Not a gloomy tale of ghosts dressed in white and catchy songs like ‘who you gonna call’
Weird enough I seem to level with monsters as they seem to know what they want
But a girl who don’t trust you and has no idea why she don’t trust you can be a horror on its own
Picture me as a poet but being made to solve complex math equations that include her X
I despise your sad love tales as they throw shade at my good intentions
The director to an abandoned movie allow me to re-write the script
Reason you don’t trust me that was your ex’s fault its becoming clear that she’s never heard of a clean slate
willing to lend you a helping hand but that just means I’ll be one hand short when I Picasso this new painting for you
The 50 roses I had delivered to her have all dried up as she was too busy inquiring about my relationship with the florist
The chief lesson I have learned in a short life is that the only way you can make a dude trustworthy is to trust him;
and the surest way to make him untrustworthy is to distrust him…
