It must be easier to like girls.
To have a soft face and know that you’re her world.
Because they’re stubborn, these girls.
Lifting a chisel to the shield you hold,
forcing a way in, a gap, a chink, a way in.
And I know they hate to be ignored
when you turn away and let your mind wander…
away because out of sight is out of mind
and they lose their minds over you, longing.
And you don’t give a shit because you’re already gone.
And you’re off on a field, playing the game
and she thinks to herself that you’re the one
and you wonder if you could get that girls name
and that ones cell, and that one’s body, and that one…
Because boys are careless with their toys
run it through the dirt, and bury it
and drag it around around on their forays
to conquer their world. When it breaks it
loses its luster they give in to biological impulse
to fuck, and fuck, and fuck and spread their seed
and even when it isn’t spread around the impulse
remains the same, to fuck, and find, and lick and see
how much they can get away with. And I don’t complain
because I’m the same.
And out of sight is out of mind, because boys
only chase after what they can’t quite reach.
I still believe this to be mostly true. It was also the method I employed to keep guys hooked. By being unattainable.