His palms are sweaty.
Knees week, arms are heavy,
There's vomit on his sweater already - mom's spaghetti.
He's nervous.
But on the surface he looks calm and ready to approach girls...
But he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole mind goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out.
He' s choking now. She is pro'lly joking now,
The clock's run out. Time's up over, blaow!
Snap back to reality,
Ope - there goes gravity,
Ope - there goes Reddit,
He choked. He's so bad, but he won't pick up that easy, no - he won't have her, he knows: he turns his back to these hoes, they don't matter.
He'll cope. He knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows,
When he goes back to this mobile phone, that's when he's
Back to his shell again, yo,
This whole tragedy...
Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him (sike, just run away from her like you've always done before)