Exes

Exes I’ve got no acces to my exes
I’m sure by now they’ve moved to Texas
Or took a one way trip to Naxos
Exes I’ve lost the battle of the sexes
Like making love inside of taxis
They liked the sting but not the cactus
I know that exes reflect my youth
I know that exes are my male proof
I know they’re guilty of being the past
But you’ve killed the cupid
You’re over them
Exes I’ve got no problem with my exes
They loved me driving in my Lexus
A road’s as good as all its exits
Exes so out of date like sending faxes
I was the tree they were the axes
They liked the pray but not the mantis
The cynical collector of birds not bees
The problem detector got high on heels
The beauty protector with no degree
For exes
Which is good which is constructive
Which is what a woman needs
Don’t go asking for forgiveness
Go plead guilty all degrees
You were raised on definitions
With your dears obscuring deeds
Your actions
Exes you like 'm young but not the acne
You like the team but not the referee
I wonder how it feels to ex me
So go ahead and ex me
Try to forget just don’t annex me
I thought I threw away the frisbee
I’d say we try to stick to plan B
Like a missile that ain’t guided
I was following my seed
Like a horse that hasn’t travelled
I took hay for upper purple weed
I got excommunicated
Cause I couldn’t play the creep
For exes
Exes too young to check all their reflexes
No use explaining who T-Rex is
They are the source of all complexes
You know… exes