[Verse: Forrest Animals]
I’m a hopeless romancer, hold hands, don’t have her
No answers for slow dancers prancing with no manners
Tear clothes and land blows to foes, don’t matter
No laughter, no friendly ghost, and no Casper
Hue, are you pondering what I’m pondering?
Squandering mushrooms, conjuring thoughts wandering
Rooms doomed to consume clues of the last of me
Flashbacks of backpacks seen with bad ketamine
See contrast of capping dogs and cats
Casket-carrying, can’t camp at the cemetery, baseball bats
Blinded bats, back to class to kiss some ass or kick some ass
Or competing, who can say outrageous takes in the back of class
The classiest consist of trysts with opposites
Kiss her on the first date, dinner by the archways
Dismiss me for my worst traits, me and my bizarre ways
Have always made my worst case a cursed race to first base
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