Simpitude

Would it be too much to ask to be your man Would it be wacky to have you in my plans Would it be amazing Would it be grand Or should I just f*ck off right now I might not be in touch with emotional sensibilities I might have undiagnosed anxiety disabilities And because of that I might not be the model of stability But I can try and be that for you cause this is killing me My mind's a cloudy mess when you're within my vicinity I get a couple words out and consider that a victory My awkward ass demeanor probably fills you with a misery So I can understand it if you really don't want shit with me Self esteem is on the floor Existence is a chore Furthermore my sense of style is abysmal to the core You're so much more than I can ever hope to attain Looking at your face is more than dope to the brain Would it be too much to ask to be your man Would it be wacky to have you in my plans Would it be amazing Would it be grand Or should I just f*ck off right now Would it be too much to ask to be your man Would it be wacky to have you in my plans Would it be amazing Would it be grand Or should I just f*ck off right now