Breaking the Tacit Law


We talk about nonsense

Majority of the time

Dumb jokes, pointless rhymes


But the only reason

I don't try to talk much

Is cause I'm scared


You're always so livid

So jealous of a hypothetic girlfriend

As if your world's coming to an end


I'm so afraid that if I talk

About how ecstatic I am

In his glowing prescence


You'll flip out in jealousy

We'll fight and argue

And it would all be over a guy


Isn't that the tacit law

We girls hold onto dearly

And practically worship?


Never get into a major fight

Over a mere guy

But I'm frightened that could happen