Boys don’t know, when that push becomes shove
How to deal with the vagaries of the ending of love
Girls consult the canon, John Cusack DVDs
To find some meaning and hope to appease
Black despair lodged in a sucker-punched heart
And blocks to rebuild a life torn apart.
The average boy sits with nowt but Con Air
And in the war of the sexes it hardly seems fair
While girls perform triage with Sex and the City
Boys have Rambo and a surfeit of self pity.
Take heart, dear chaps, your healing can find traction
In movies that are filled with cars guns and action
Let me show you the hope and solace I see
In your movies, which aren’t meant to mean much to me.
To start - yippee-kie-ay motherfucker
That girl she played you for an absolute sucker
She twists salted blades where you’re already raw
She’s a predator, the heat of your heart now a flaw
Your anger, your need to call back and berate her
Will make you Agent Dillon, not the Terminator.
Be the good guy, remember you’re John Connor
You have a fight on your hands, but don’t lose your honour
(You may think this inactive silence a fail
Don’t forget how hot he is played by Christian Bale
When the battle’s done and she’s somewhere in the distance
You’ll be the man, and glad of my insistence.)
Think like Rocky and train to get back in the ring
Because although right now you’re hurt and everything
And you think that you’ll never find another love that’s equal
Let me remind you – there’s always a sequel.
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