No Strings

Damn-it, why do I have to want you
For every wrong reason in the book,
Even if I’m sure it’s only lust
In the flirts, the bumps, the looks.

You’re always at the concerts
Singing words I wish I knew,
Moshing in the front row,
Pure-bred hardcore through and through.

Uncaring and yet passionate
You’d die for more than hair,
Barricading city streets streets
Rebels make the world aware.

But you bang girls left and centre,
Week and end alike,
And from pointed observation
Just-the-one is not your type.

So I’ll resign, we’ll just have fun,
And I can dream of older days,
'Coz while we’re young, I’m guessing,
No-strings is how it stays.