I was so certain until I realised
I misplaced my time
I’m not full cycle yet
I’ve got a year left to unwind

What seemed like a blossom
Wilted from lust
Irritated by the conversation
Another one bites the dust

Back to the drawing board
I’ll let this one drift away
Becoming increasingly distant
Ghosting some may say

I did say I’d get bored
Don’t give me what I want
Alas his penis spoke for him
And together we fucked this up

Next time have some self-control
Old school let it simmer
It’ll work in your favour
No shagging in the bimmer!