Dogs Have Cleaner Tongues Than People

I don't mean to be a nit picky bitch,
but his pants hang a little too low.
His kiss smells of cigarettes and lies.
He's been hanging with that chick next door.

It's hard to see because he's hiding
behind the six stringed ballads he writes.
It might be a punch in the face you need
to realize that he's never wanted you.

His affection will continue to addle you
and get you to think he's something he's not.
I can't believe a girl so smart, so sensible,
entails me to tell her about a boy.

Can we call him that? Is he truly qualified?
Or maybe he's just a pig, rolling in his own dirt.
So thick on his cute pink skin you can't tell
what's what anymore, and it's true.