Tortured Romantic

I’m tired of having friends say, “Poor Nato

Feeling so hollow, trying to get over this last girl

like he’s searching for the message in the bottle.”

And maybe if I didn’t love so hard

I’d give myself a chance from the start

instead of crumbling and falling apart

and turning theses damn broads into fucking art.

But those are thoughts for another day

because I heard my man Ye say

that nothing’s ever promised tomorrow today.

So I’m gonna keep the love up and my feet on the ground,

waiting for the one that finally sticks around.

R.R.S.

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