After six months of wallowing in self pity
Some kind of switch must’ve flicked
In my head
I remember how things used to be
When people found me funny
When I found myself so funny
Cracking jokes to the mirror
And laughing out loud
At my own hilarity
Declaring myself a comedy genius.
I remember how girls used to fancy me
Quite easily
If I made the effort
To make them laugh
Or compliment them
Within an inch of their beautiful life
Suffocate them with absurd levels of flattery.
Absolutely zero fear of rejection
Who cares?
No one
On to the next one
On to the next one
I remember how I fucking love girls
Every single thing about them
Way they look
The way they walk
The things they say when they talk
The way their mouth moves when they talk
How funny they are
How sexy they are
How “I’m not usually like this” they are.
How could I forget all that?
Ridiculous,
when I think about it.
I see a band on telly and think
Shit, I can do that
Better than that
I know how to do that
Better than that
I see a writer on telly and think
Shit, I can do that
Know how to do that
Maybe even better than that.
Some kind of switch must’ve flicked in my head
And I think I got my mojo back.
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