Seven - Jonathan Bree

There should be a better way

To play this hurting game

When you’re feeling like a fake

And you both just masturbate

Once I had a girl

As precious as a pearl

But the wayward wind

Was our undoing

You’re eight point five

This one’s a seven

But we’re six years

So she’s better

And it’s a cruel fate

We can’t be honeymooners forever

When those lustful feelings go

And your heart is a yo-yo

And you’re trying to do your best

To be happy with what’s left

You’re eight point five

This one’s a seven

But we’re six years

So she’s better

And it’s a cruel fate

We can’t be honeymooners forever