Perfect picket fences

Lies you told me you hated them While in the same sentence telling me you love me. Saying sweet little words All to get my clothes off Your narcissistic pleasure derived by praying upon my nymphomanic need to be loved Subtle slutshaming as you try to get in my pants Telling me you love me Telling her you love her Telling the others you love them How naive of me to believe I was different How naive to have trusted you Now I see you're a mosquito draining me of that happiness I found in January Maybe if I starve you of my attention you'll piss off run around and say I'm crazy, Say I'm easy or sleazy I'm done with you Done with your hypocritical narcissistic bullshit And I'm trying to take the high road here, really i am but i just really hope your perfect picket fences impale you