I have an ex-girlfriend who says
I'm the reason she's a whore
As if my lack of attention found a way
To make her dress hit his floor
I'm the reason she's a whore
As if my lack of attention found a way
To make her dress hit his floor
A former friend that claims
I'm the reason for his short comings
As if his drug ridden mind
Is not why he's failing
Something tells me that you are not impressed
With my star wars t-shirt, or black rimmed glasses
The ability to quote, poetry on a whim
Especially Bukowski
Darling are you turned on yet?
I have a mom and dad that say
I need to learn to call more often
As if there's still hope I'll find
Hope in a normal life
My dad just smiles and says
I need to learn to be more social
They try and try, I swear they try
I'm still a fucking letdown
Something tells me that you are not impressed
With my star wars t-shirt, or black rimmed glasses
The ability to quote, poetry on a whim
Especially Bukowski
Darling are you turned on yet?
Are you turned on yet?
Are you turned on yet?
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