I wrote this when I was upset and angsty and pop punk
Its the darkest times and the loneliest nights,
The monotonous days and the limitless gripes,
Every second, every hour, every minute: alone
With no one by my side to make it alright,
I need to write these stupid lyrics into the night.
I'm on a dry spell,
Feeling like there's no escape, will I ever get a date?
Every single time I try, I get told to go and die!
The first time, it was just a fluke,
How was I supposed to know dairy made her puke?!
Second Time, I got rejected
Then again, again, again, again, again, again
But wait! Seven said yes!
What now? A movie I guess
So I hitched a ride to the local mall,
But when I got there, I didn't see her at all...
I got stood up.
Every euphemism I get now,
While eight and nine turn my heart to chow.
Then ten says yes, like seven before,
But now this time, Im going straight to her door
We saw a movie and we held hands
Every thought I had was perfect and great
Until her friend told me it was a sympathy date
from Baby Daddy EP
released February 16, 2016
Wyatt - Guitar, Vox, Penny Whistle
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