Sex
It`s all a daze, moving from bed to bed,
spending each night with the walking dead,
who knows how many of them could be infected?
I don`t care, I can`t have my 'needs' go neglected
My ex went on holiday 'alone' for some 'sun',
she met a guy out there and came back with one,
there`s plenty of fish, but they`re not in the sea,
they`re between that girls legs where her knickers should be
So forget emotion, now I only make 'love'
And sometimes the bed sheets I`m hardly above,
My heart was too clumsy, so I forced it to leave,
now a tally is all that I keep on my sleeve
A tattoo reminder without any aching,
that beds are not the only things I am breaking,
so what? I do not give a `dam` if they cry,
where were they back when I was Mr nice guy?
They all crowded round the first buff guy they`d meet,
because he was 'shredded' and ate all his wheat,
too late they`d realise his facade was dishonest,
they all dated Ares, hoping for Adonis
Whilst this warring couple had pa**ionate s**,
I would be her personal shrink via text,
yet should their relationship ever subside,
the bond we had built was soon cast aside
what a fool I was, and how I have learnt,
from how I once was in the past,
now I keep all of my relationships short,
as short as our 'relations' last
so now she is on the receiving end,
in plenty more ways than one,
I don`t leave them just to cause all these girls pain,
I remind them how this 'pain' begun