I choose not to love a man again for a very long time.
Look. Let me justify myself. I've officially been through all I need to go through at nineteen:
- The First Love = The first heartbreak, being left (for another girl), the resentment.
- The Perfect Boyfriend = The calm breakup, trying to be friends, realizing being friends with someone you could marry is hard.
- The Charmer = He really respects me, he cares about me, he's totally hooking up with that girl that just went into his room.
You know what? I'm exhausted.
I have all that excellent, dirty material needed to write a song; but the only thing I plan on loving from now until...whenever I feel like it...is my music.
And it's going to take one hell of a man to make me care about him more than my guitar.
So all my single ladies?
Put your hands up.
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