Songs I Write | III

He doesn't believe in ghosts

He doesn't believe in ghosts
He doesn't think about God
He just knows what he knows
Everything that's a fact
He thinks that zoos are the best
He thinks everyone else is doing fine
As in the animals and the trees
And global warming comes naturally

And I would agree to a certain degree
But sometimes we're just so different and lately
I've been thinking what ifs and what if he ain't the one
Because we're just so fucking different

He doesn't care about people as much
Well he does, but he doesn't realise
When he makes someone feel upset
But my baby, he gets so sad when he does, yeah
He's so smart, way too smart
He loves mathematics and physics, all that
He's so smart, I know
And he's so beautiful, and I'm anything but
He has so many friends
Even if they're terrible at times
He doesn't believe in conspiracy theories
He thinks they're bullshit, all full of it

And I would agree to a certain degree
But sometimes we're just so different and lately
I've been thinking what ifs and what if he ain't the one
Because we're just so fucking different

He's patient and calm and kind
He's perfect in every way
And to put it, I'm not
He deserves way better
Than a girl who changes like English weather
And to put it, I don't deserve him at all

He has terrible memory
He can just forget everything
However I on the other hand
I remember all except how I'm feeling
He doesn't believe in ghosts
He doesn't believe in heaven or hell
He's way too good and way too smart and way too beautiful
And I'm, well

And I would agree to a certain degree
But sometimes we're just so different and lately
I've been thinking what ifs and what if he ain't the one
Because we're just so fucking different

And I would agree to a certain degree
But sometimes we're just so different and lately
I've been thinking what ifs and what if he ain't the one
Because we're just so fucking different