Oh but he seems like such a nice boy
Is what I think to myself
Thinking of him
But you could paint him blank
I could pick him from a line up
He's interchangeable
They are always such nice boys
Like they couldn't hurt a fly
As if they wouldn't break your heart
But do I even like him
Is what I ask myself
Or does he just seem like what I want
Like what I think I need
This thought comes just the tiniest bit too late
By then I'll already have them interested
Pretending I am just as nice
Just the opposite is true
I'll be their damnation
