It’s Valentine’s day and I’ve got a date
She’s kind of attractive, but she’s not sure if I’m straight
But that’s okay
She’s not the first anyway
At least I’m not alone on single awareness day
And it matters that much
Because some other guy is off with my crush
Isn’t that a suck?
I mean it’s just my luck
That the one day I was supposed to grow a pair
He reaches through her hair
And whispers in her ear
“Yo gurl wats gucci, how bout you and me
Do what lovers do in the corner of the bathroom?”
And she nods and she blushes
Now I know why they’re called crushes
Cause they mash you up like a boxing matchup
And if you’re still breathing I guess they f*cked up
And if you didn’t die, I guess you’re stronger
But it’d be a lie if you didn’t feel pain any longer
But who cares, you’re on your own date now
And this new girl’s looking prettier somehow
And I think she’s looking at me
With eyes that say “you’re getting lucky”
So I guess I’m better off now
See you later, I've got a girl to plow
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