I like them aloof, borderline- emotionally dead
I like ‘em, neurodivergent
Lost and fucked up in the head.
Daddy issues, mommy issues
And a looming ex.
Depression, anxiety
Their cards too close to their chest.
Good boys are fun,
But they always want to commit.
Their certainty drives me crazy
And their projections make me sick.
Safety’s enticing, but too much to soon
And the walls always start to cave in.
Narcissists got tricks,
But I can always out smart them.
Yeah, I’ve been a sucker for lovebombing
But their callousness quickly ousts them.
I like that you’re honest
And along for the ride
I like that you’re not trying to change me
And not trying to hide.
I like that you tell me you want me
And don’t give a shit if I leave.
I love that you do your own thing
And don’t keep a single trick up your sleeve.
So if you’re bad news baby,
Then I want to know all about you first
So if you’re a bad boy baby-
Well, you can get ahead of the herd.
La Absurda 