The heart is a fucking moron

The heart is a fucking moron
It beets it pumps and wants
You see the girl the heart wants
You want the girl the heart yearns

Talking about things you don’t give a fuck about
So the heart can dance smiling you find an excuse to lean in
And smell sweetness
Like the summer day you only smell in half memories
of childhood days that never happened
You know life is hard but
that crimson idiot swears to be your friend forever

But the heart doesn't stay your fellow forever
You ask where was its dance you needed it.
It sits pretending to be asleep
That hard red traitor
But it beets slowly
And it dances tortuously
Some days you remember why cant live without it
And you go on.