Bad things come in twos,
Bits & pieces here & there,
I could swear you were the one,
After all that wear and tear.
Oh, you don’t fight for the right ones,
You make all them mistakes,
You just tend to go for high stakes,
What you really need is to up your game.
I will tell you now and then, & I will tell you then again, that all the bullshit you’ve got in, isn’t going to help you in the end. The words you sing are merry, the dreams you dream are monumental, you are just not her first pick, but you are just her cup of tea.