Please calm down I want us to talk like
A son and a father
To treat each other like
A husband and his side chick
For once can’t you look into my eyes?
And squeeze out the beauty in it
Can’t you put that hooligan pride aside
And consider how it feels
When it only one’s idea throughout
Whenever I am right
You tell me I’m wrong
When I’m wrong; it could be right
You confuse me honestly
Mum bought me a shoe
Quickly you went ahead telling her
I needed something better than that
I met this guy
You forced me to smell his kind of perfume he uses
Checked his teeth, his dressing
Even the way he pronounces hullabaloo
You made me paranoid
When my own lecturer speaks...