Nine out of ten recommend that we spend all our money and time on another.
Eight of those nine will eventually find there's a whole other world to discover.
But all ten of these men at some point pretend there is room in their life for a lover
and just as I guessed, it's a test, there's no point and it makes all the samples self-conscious and wonder...

"What would life be like without the fairer sex?"
No competition, complication, arrogance,
no reason to get out of bed just live in my head and forget all the shit I was fed.
Oh, it would be so wonderful if you didn't exist.

I'm not a monster, a monsoon, a constant. Don't bother because you can't rely on me.
I will fuck everything you make up. We will break up and get back together like polar bear opposites.
You will replace everything I was feeling with what you were feeling like some kind of wickedness.
Jesus Christ and I saw it all coming and tried to prevent it but it happened anyway.
Now I'm looking for methods of dropping a house on you Baby and it isn't difficult.
All I need is a hurricane and they've been migrating North for the Summer like seagulls.
But I never think consequence and sure enough I am caught in the tempest I've summoned and I am a ragdoll that's victim to all of the voodoo you do and that proves that you're not who you said were.