you're such a good friend i hafta break your heart
tell you that i love you then i'll tear your world apart
just pretend i didn't tear your world apart
i like boys with strong convictions,
and convicts with perfect diction,
underdogs with good intentions,
amputees with stamp collections,
plywood skinboards ride the ocean,
salty noses suntan lotion,
always seriously joking,
and rambunctiously soft-spoken,
i like boys that like their mothers,
and i have a thing for brothers,
but they always wait til we're under the covers,
to say i'm sure glad we're not lovers.
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