Ick.

I hate his big head,

Thinking he's the best

His vanity, self-centred-ness

Starving for that validation

Loves his false idolization

I hate his lack of drive

And his dress sense

Thinks he's a nice guy,

He's just avoidant

And when he posts his baby pics

Does he realize he makes me sick

Was I blinded by how green the grass is?

On the other side of these rose-colored glasses

I know that it's bipolar

But now that we're over,

You just give me the...

Ick,

What was I thinking?

What were we drinking?

you just give me the ick

Now that we're over,

Feels like I'm sober

You just give me the ick

Another obsession

Turned into a lesson

You just give me the ick

Give me the ICK

I hate his fake shoes,

He's so self-obsessed

Fake views, so unimpressed

Chasing highs for elevation

Buying likes his medication

I hate his dead eyes

And his vacant stare

Askin' "should I dye?" the gray in my hair

Little boy, he's just a Peter Pan

Won't grow up and be a real man

Was I blinded by how green the grass is?

On the other side of these rose-colored glasses

I know that it's bipolar

But now that we're over,

you just give me the...

Ick,

What was I thinking?

What were we drinking?

You just give me the ick

Now that we're over,

Feels like I'm sober

You just give me the ick

Another obsession

Turned into a lesson

You just give me the ick

Give me the ICK