I know this may not be lady-like and I know what they're going to say, but when I think but what all you've done--it doesn't matter anyway. Just gotta put these feelings down in ink and make sure our hometown knows the truth: that when I think about us together, all I think is "screw you."
You made a promise,
And put it on my left hand.
You swore you loved me
Swore we were perfect
But all that remains
Is your promises' tan-line
Guess you didn't mean it
But I refuse to cry
So, darlin', screw you
And your faking charm
Your gifts are garbage
Your pictures are gone
Yes, damn your smile
And your lying eyes
Nothing we had was true
So, darlin', screw you
You swore you'd change
In your drunken stumble
I tried real hard
To believe your slurrin' words
But "I love you"
Isn't in a bottle
Guess you didn't mean it
Good thing I'm gone
So, darlin', screw you
And your faking charm
Your gifts are garbage
Your pictures are gone
Yes, damn your smile
And your lying eyes
Nothing we had was true
So, darlin', screw you
And I'm gonna make a wood pile in my daddy's yard
Gonna use your clothing for fuel
Gonna take your pictures and throw them on top
That's what you get for makin' me feel like a fool
So, darlin', screw you
And your faking charm
Your gifts are garbage
Your pictures are gone
Yes, damn your smile
And your lying eyes
Nothing we had was true
So, darlin', screw you
3 comments:
Sounds like something bad bad bad took place.
I love this! You're a great writer :)
Thanks ya'll :)
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