a disease that anyone can catch.
well your in luck.
well for some anyway…
there is a certain peace you have when you drop that perfect shit.
you put all your cards on the table and say:
“this is me for who i am.
it gets no fuckin’ better than this.”
showing your pros and cons is sexy.
why do we wait to show who we really are?
well society is a bitch,
could explain why relationships don’t last nowadays.
getting into a relationship with someone you barely know,
and finding out later on that they aren’t the person you thought they would be.
or is it “should be”?
god forbid you have kids with them.
i’m not perfect.
i tried and i realized i’m not about that life.
so instead of me trying to be something i wasn’t,
i let you know exactly what you’re gonna get.
sometime-y mood swings.
(yes i can be a real he-bitch when i want to be)
emotions ‘n’ shit
(i cried the other night watching spider man 2.
like how the hell does that happen?)
35% big ass baby
(“even when the skies was grey,
you’d rub me on my back and say baby it’d be okay…”)
i have no shame.
i revealed to the world yesterday i liked a taylor swift song.
one i be about to hit the nae nae too.
no fucks to give either.
i know i’m in a better place when i fall in public,
bust my ass,
and can laugh while on the floor.
now thats skill.
the problem with people is they live in a bubble.
they want you to think they are absolutely perfect.
no flaws n all.
“they woke up like dis”.
see that’s the fuckin problem.
so we meet,
i like your dumb ass,
two weeks go by,
and then you want to reveal that you’re a fuckin’ alcoholic.
so i’ve decided to leave the perfectionism for the social media thots.
in order to fully glow,
you have to be honest and accept your flaws.
they honestly make you who you are.
if you someone else doesn’t accept you for them,
you know i don’t have to remind you how fast you need to close that door.