Grrl PomeGirl PoemI have my legs spread 8 days a week for you.If it was metal, I'd have sucked the chrome off already.Through thick and thin and all your problems (and there are many of them),I've been here for you, every minute of everyday, even when I hate youfor not being what I want you to be.I'm always hoping my fantasy you meets up with the real you and murdershim.So I can have you, the perfect you in my dreams, all to myself finally and forever.I know you're a lost cause and the chances of you magically getting your headout of your ass is not going to happen, but I guess you're better than the alternative, a bigger asshole.
I'm NotSo what, who cares, we broke upI'm not going to lose any sleep over itI'm not going to worry about itI'm not going to feel bad about itI'm not going to take you backI don't want to be friendsI don't care if you're at the same party as meI don't want you calling to see how I'm doingand I'm not going to miss youBut I am going to talk about you.