Perfect Timing

She had to fold her emotional blip

And go home

She survived so long ignored by you

And she's grown

Out of her infatuation with you

Out of any mild sort of love with you

Good for you sir

That was perfect timing

She can ignore you as much as she likes

She doesn't like you anymore

She's fucking gorgeous you can't help but blush

Why didn't you notice her before

Why can't she regress

You won't confess you feel this stupid

You have to muster professional ease

And stay quiet

You have to chill until you freeze

A nice infatuation diet

Why can't you get off

We're tired of waiting

When you still get off on imaginary dating

Good for you sir

That was perfect timing

She can ignore you as much as she likes

She doesn't like you anymore

She's fucking gorgeous you can't help but blush

Why didn't you notice her before

Why can't she regress

You won't confess you feel this stupid

That you're upset

She had to forget

The things that you did

When she liked you