I’m talking to boys
Who tell me right off that bat that
They don’t like me
And then they ask why I’m always playing defense
They tell me I’m
The bad kind of different
It’s nothing I haven’t heard
They say other girls “chill”
I’ve never known the meaning of the word
I tried to get my ex to teach me how
But we broke up when I was only luke warm
And I know I’m playing offense
Charging at lighting speed
To any boy who dares to touch me
And maybe it’s not fair
But maybe I don’t mind