Promised myself to stick it through
love was dreamt to be with you, but
little did I think of the wrong,
and little did we care. True teens
impulsive; repulsive, we were.
Rabbits and hamsters steer the gears
of our minds; dirt and filth take over.
Desire, be our greatest flaw.
I guess it was fun
but now that it’s done
madly, I’m running
to the pharmacy.
Looking for a cure,
‘fore I go o’er board,
tell me does regret
come with a Plan B?