Feb 03, 2008 16:55
they used to say
3s a crowd
but with you, its a new excuse
to be gay
you party to hard
so your stories speak loud
and the bottles will crash
on the asphault ground
wink one two three
push your glasses up your squared
face
i wish i could remeber the nights
that you caused me to forget
shit
i hate you
those matches you light
and those texts...'lets fight'
make me want to scrabble your existance
into the monopoly jail
and let you never post bail
rip your striped shirt to shreds
and tear you brain, stripping every thred
cause' you dont deserve
shit
i hope i forget
your 3's a crowd
and your ego
strait proud.