Confused about lovers and friends.
We saw lovers as trends cause friends to the end looked like friends in a mend.
Patching the buzz up, we were matching the love up, hoping to find the right pairs.
I paid the right fare so I knew all the secrets and back roads.
I took the back road on my expedition.
Wishing the kitchen had the fixins for the shit I had been missin', I was fishin' and if I had been kissin', I would have been kickin' and fussin' because of the love drug that snuck in.
Hustling for the sex that was the best and the rest was probably a test or possibly a final assessment.
My final assessment was my best estimate.
I had hesitation when I had to deal with the crowd; I had to deal with the wild.
All these premeditated situations...fuck the shit.
I’m waiting for something natural, it was factual until the first nut, the first fuck, now on an hour basis.
And our basis had cases and cases that intertwined with the basics of the matrix.
The latest had places that ended up being dateless and my date list, which was once full, is now dull since the contacts have been detached.
I've seen the facts about this trend of friends with benefits.
And honestly, I've seen a lot of ruined relations because of these so called “friends with benefits"