I don't give a f*ck that you said that you were sorry
You know how long i sat sad, and just felt lonely
How much i questioned if the love life was really for me
If I'd always be miserable and f*cked up wholly
I find myself just drownin in liquor
I never considered myself much of a swimmer
The oxygen I craved
Was not octave
But more awkward of things
Considering foolishly, you were not a heartbeat worth measuring musically
Brain disfigured like it had been torture and ringered
Its bonkers that our orchards were the grapes of another endeavors
I heard of crushin grapes by foot but yours were fingered
How easy it must be to find a clit when you're so self-centered
HOEBAG who's winin now
I guess you were the corkscrew and I'm just winin down
I appreciate the voice mail but the first nail in the coffin
Was a choice that entailed when you chose to get railed by the problem
F*ck you and him