sweet as it is

Sometimes I can be perfectly sweet, got the sugary me all stuffed up in my sleeve and I’ll talk of ponies and rainbows and things and I’m just who you want me to be: Like most creatures down here on the ground. I’m composed of the elements moving around but I grow and change and I shift and I switch.

And it turns out I’m actually kind of a bitch but that only happens when I get provoked by some piece of shit asshole we all sadly know, and I sit and I write while reminding you all that mean songs are still better than going postal.

And that guy’s an asshole, that girl’s a bitch; but baby it’s natural no getting away from it. So say it out with me and then let it go. Fuck that guy he’s just an asshole and so I surprised you with some of my words and I know that surprises, while fun, still can hurt.

I hate to think I have ruined the day. You’re the dick and the queen of the high horse parade, but I’m sick and tired of your poisonous ways. You’re a toxin wasting perfectly good space and I say what I think ‘cause it’s more economic than drugs or a drink.

Fuck that guy he’s just an asshole and I won’t let him in under my skin. Your a sad sack of shit? It’s pathetic, just a festering sore that will never be more than that if I don’t let it.

Thank you for every sweet sour swing mood :)