It’s the day of love And I guess I’m your date You partook in a youtube game But we can call it fate Cause if this wasn’t manufactured If it weren’t pretend Here’s a list of reasons why You’d wouldn’t date me again… My room’s a mess I usually dress Like I am twelve years old My temper’s bad I’m mostly sad I complain when I’m cold I’m usually touring Usually boring Enneagram 4 (yuck) I lose my keys You’ll never see My bathroom floor I cry every day I’m always late I chew my pens I’ve not seen “friends” Not great with dogs I monologue I pick my skin Drink too much gin Leave you on “read” Have a loft bed Never unpacked Always jetlagged Insufferable Uncomfortable Incapable Undateable