Maybe

Sick of all the maybe's,

the what if's and could be's.

Sick of the games,

the f**k boys and should be's.

Maybe if I was just...

a little bit thinner,

a little less crazy,

not such a sinner.

What if I had just...

met you before,

when life was simpler,

when I wasn't a w***e.

How many games

can I play and be played?

No good for love,

just good to get you laid.

Everyone's a f**k boy,

not one can commit.

Just spread them legs, girl.

Everything's fine...for a minute.

We both know the should be.

Could be, would be.

Just a little hurt first.

But still just a maybe.