... You got nothing and nothings got you.
It's time, anxiety, prepare to lose.
It's hopeless, we know that's true.
The only thing I know, ya got nothing to use.
No words. No sense. No matter the cost.
Friend I promise ya truth in pursuits of the heart.
Give my word, for its pure, never hurt by cold or frost.
Never lie, never cry, I'm just doing my part...
'Cuz...
I got nothing and nothings got me.
Got no plan, no silver song, playing wingman sure feels wrong.
Minds churning, no fruit of the tree.
I pray to God, please offer a smile.
Dates are scary, no silly little game.
You gotta ensnare your lover with wit and wile, make them willing to walk that extra mile.
Dates are ruthless, be deadly with your aim.
One shots all you got, one first impression!
If you miss you might just get depression...
Shoot.
We got nothing and nothings got us.
Going south, ready to jump?
I think a plan is needed, shall we discuss?
Sit up straight, don't look like a lump!
Posture, smile, by God forget 'bout work for a while!
Be fun! Be careful! You're on the hunt.
Watch their every move, subtle please.
Don't be creepy, that's very up front!
Be smart. Be cool. Make 'em laugh so hard they'd start to wheeze.
YES!
We got something and somethings got us.
A way to turn isolation to joy!
It takes time, don't raise a fuss.
Wait?!? You're a shut in... Oh boy.
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I made a bad song, what'd make it better?
Summer 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
