Charlie Cojone
Why did you ever think
That if someone likes you
There must be something wrong with them?
Because you're reassuring them
With your pathetic affections
Mumbled love
And pseudo-erections.
Lah de-dah
Oh your aching heart.
Having a hard time
Telling yourself
That they are okay.
You can't fuck
And come
Because you're busy
Patronising them with an orgasm.
You can't help but
Do a sickly sweet smile
At every little thing they say.
There must be something right
With someone
Sticking their neck out for you
Like that.
Letting you fuck them
Letting you think you're therapist.
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