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:: Friday, February 04, 2005 ::

Here is a song I wrote for Jamie when she was going through some rough times. It's part my life, and part her's, but I wrote this waaaaaay before Lori broke up with me, just fyi. And no, it's not meant towards her.

Mean Song

<>The sky is a deep dark blue, just like how I am now feeling,
Burnt by your uncaring actions I feel like my skin is now peeling
I hate playing phone tag, especially when I’m playing by myself,
You make me get drunk in the afternoons. That is really sad.
We are like a faithful horse with four broken legs.
And I am currently loading the shotgun.
Bang.
You made out with my friends, but I guess that’s okay
<>Cuz I’m not perfect either and you know what I’m talking about.
Sorry.
<>Chorus:
Why . go . back. To this tired. Relation
Shit, I don’t care about you anymore
Why . go . back. To this tired. Relation
Shit, I don’t care about you anymore
Anymoooooooooooore
Anymooooooooo- whore- or
Anymoooo whore whore whore
Anymooooore, fuck you.
Why can’t I just forget the way that you screwed me over?
Maybe because you made me orgasm twice. Goddamn you.
But still we are now done, and I want to bury the hatchet
Granted it would be nice to bury it in your face. Sorry that’s drastic.
But perhaps you’ll hear this song, and you’ll realize how you’ve been wrong
And then you’ll come back to me and we’ll hug and smile and laugh.
And then you’ll spend the night, and I’ll fall asleep watching you dream,
Then as I stare at your angelic face I’ll smother you with a pillow.
<>Chorus

<>Why . go . back. To this tired. Relation
Shit, I don’t care about you anymore

:: Rick Kitagawa 2:31 AM [+] ::
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