Moron

He gave me his favorite crayon

I told him he was a moron

He thought I hate his crayon

Now I think about it, I was the moron

I am twenty-three and more than ready

I’ve got a degree and money is steady

I am not lonely, but I am afraid of going crazy

Social pressure is killing me

It’s not hard to bring me joys

I don’t require romantic ploys

Just be a little richer than me because I need my toys

A little older than me because I can’t handle boys

My friend told me it’s going to be beautiful

Maybe I am playing my card a little too careful

Maybe I should join a club or go back to school

I am starting to sound like a fool

He gave me his favorite crayon

I told him he was a moron

Should have taken his crayon

I miss that moron