Nick Fucking Mossman.
Oh, you remind me of someone—
a cliche asshole, girls would meet downtown,
wearing danger as a trendy black hoodie
and your smile as the neon light around the signage.
Nick Fucking Mossman,
honestly, your car sucks but
your song choice does not.
Big Jet Plane has been playing on repeat,
and I'm missing the thrill of your treat.
Nick Fucking Mossman,
unlike Nadine, I would never change my mind.
Let's go to Petland and give those fish a show.
Forget about the sweet things I sent you,
and just let me give you a blow.
Nick Fucking Mossman,
I'm not here to get to know you, too.
It turns out I was digging for diamonds in a barren terrain.
Now I'm here to play and get dirty under the rain.
Nick Fucking Mossman,
you gorgeous young man.
I hate you but you made it look fun
to love someone in parts, in pieces,
in things I only see at their best.
Nick Mossman,
to me you are a beautiful rainbow—
without a pot of gold; just an empty show.