Guess I’ll end this life alone
I am not dramatic
These are just the thoughts that pass right through me
All the douchebags in my phone
I play them like a slot machine
If they’re winning, I'm just losing
A boy who’s jacked and kind
Can’t find this ass to save my life
Oh it’s slim pickins
If I can’t have the one I love
Guess it’s you that I’ll be kissing
Just to get my fixings
Since the good ones are deceased or taken
I’ll just keep moanin’ and bitchin’
Jesus what’s a girl to do?
This boy doesn’t even know the difference between: There, their, and they are
Yet he’s naked in my room
Missing all the things he’s missing
God knows that he isn’t living large
A boy who’s nice that breathes
Well I swear he’s nowhere to be seen
It’s slim pickins
If I can’t have the one I love
Guess it’s you that I’ll be kissing
Just to get my fixings
Since the good ones are deceased or taken
I’ll just keep moanin’ and bitchin’
Moanin’ and bitchin’
And since the good ones call their exes wasted
And since the lord forgot my gay awakening
Then I’ll just be here in the kitchen
Serving up some moanin’ and bitchin’