two three four one after another i throw myself into relationships
days in between each one, you must know i live fast
i am the perfect girlfriend, the perfect balance between brilliant and beautiful
or so they tell me, over and over
possessive, obsessive, egotistical, entitled
i clearly don't love them if i don't open my legs at least every other day
how red can your flag get? let's dip it into my blood just one more time and find out
from tear filled attempts at guilt tripping to forced anal to beating me for having psychotic episodes
the flags wave and i take in the view
knowing full well their color
maybe i can push it just a little more
how long will it take for them to snap
will i snap too or will i be the only one walking away on two feet
they fall to their knees in devoted prayer
"please i can change, i still love you, you're the best thing in my life"
i'm no thing
i'm no object
your life will be miserable without me
and i will move on
in less than a week
