knock him down
before he does
because it's a countdown
you & him
unfrown your frown
unfold your sixfold
because he has manifold
and a stronghold
he lied
he's not your pot of gold
he's just an absolute mold
with unsoul boulder body
go and go far
high your bar
lit your cigar
and remember
he aint your binary star
a/n: it's stiff, i know i haven't been writing for a long time.
“She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun until she lost her flavor.”
