Y Chromosome
They
are jealous of what we don’t have
“No he isn’t my boyfriend”
“No she isn’t my girlfriend”
We are just two friends.
You say you don’t think I’m ugly
And since you waste your time on me
You must get along with me
So it all works we are set for lift off
Except you aren’t interested
I’m not sure why
I can’t see why
Neither can anyone else
They are jealous of what we don’t have
And I’m not sure why we don’t have it
But you don’t like me, and I can’t tell why
It must be that Y chromosome
The hidden killer of love and it all
The invisible reason of dead love
That doesn’t make sense
Only to you.
