consciously confused Queen
unconsciously maybe a little consciously I push them away
those ones they call the good ones
with the pot bellies and lisps in their tongues
they will treat you right they say
they cant even treat themselves right
they are always extra chatty
calling twenty-ten times a day
long conversations about nothing
but I guess that's romance
3 shirts in their closet let me pick you up
they even call themselves the good ones
you will miss me when I'm gone they say
without even a first date
why don't you want to come to my house
how about you take me somewhere
okay where do you want to go
but then sometimes my mind wonders
I'm almost thirty and still single
maybe I should give them a chance
open my mind up and see where it goes
I do the chatty thing we find somewhere to go
but still, there is no chemistry
am I wrong for having a type?
or is it okay to still be single