Hanging Out

There are those with a problem with our eratic behavoir
Of our time on site with no specific behavior
Why are you on site so late into the night
They just don't realize that I roll solo, I do what I like

If for whatever reason I decide not to sleep
It's not about relationships or secrets to keep
I refer to all women as Ladies because that is what a man should do
Women that I message with or agree with, I seem to call Boo

In most conversations this only means friends
Except for certain plagarizing bitches that everyone knows isn't my friend
I speak to different writers anytime that they're on site
But sex and a relationshp are never in our sights

There are multiple poetess that I could name of course you're my boo
Why would a true fucking friend think that it's only you
I've been attracted to poetess in the past and that shit never works
One way or the other I always get someone hurt

Slithering around this site half out of my mind most of the time
It's hard to tell their truths from their lies because of the slime
And me once a fan, but it didn't take me long to join in the game
The only thing that I didn't foresee was my part in creating the pain

A poetess pulled my coat tail realizing that I didn't have a clue
She pointed out my short comings and I realize that I was acting exactly like you
Facing myself in the mirror I realized that certain things had to end
Instead of meeting you just for a weekend of sex, I would rather be your friend

Your true friend with no pretense, only for one this shit doesn't work
There is something about her and there is something about me that needs to be hurt
Repeled and drawn to each like two magnets, we're each other's yin and yang
But even we don't question each other about the internet and how we fucking hang