You Sir

Ok so

I know I′m 23
But I’ve heard about a time
When a gentleman existed
But something happened to that kind
Now we′re handed lesser evils
We’re saying shit like, “Yeah, he’s fine.”
Talk about men like a McMuffin
I really like him when I′m high

Where′d they go?
The ones holding doors open
It’s on the nose but
Where′d they run?
I’m sick of all the ones using my time just for their fun

I′d rather lose a limb before I kiss another loser
And I can tell you’re just another spit after you chew her
I′m done throwin’ my heart around
I’m cruisin′ for a bruiser
I′d rather die alone than ever with someone like
You sir

I had a type
But I burned it to the ground
Went for the ones that kept me guessing
They’d pour a drop and I would drown
I can′t believe that I invested
So many hours into men
Who should probably be arrested
I’ll never do that shit again

Where′d they go?
To tell another victim that she’s young but she seem older
Where′d they run?
Hopefully to some deserted island with no one

I’d rather lose a limb before I kiss another loser
And I can tell you’re just another spit after you chew her
I′m done throwin′ my heart around, I’m cruisin′ for a bruiser
I’d rather die alone than ever with someone like-
I′d rather hold my pillow than you hoggin’ up the middle
I′d rather break my back than solve another stupid riddle
‘Cause lying boys will catch you like a paper in a fire
I’d rather die alone than with another nice tryer
Like you, sir

Where′d they go?
The ones holding doors open
It′s on the nose, but
I’m so done
If you ask me on a date, I′ll say, I’d rather eat a gun