Populace in Two
A song to all the fuckers who have caused me severe trials and tribulations from now, back to maybe four years or more. Yes, to put it nicely, I hope you choke. All you fuckers who have broken my heart, used me, walked on me, belittled me, trashed me, disrespected me, stalked me, haunted me, harassed me, and have made my life any more unpleasant than it should be. I've moved on for a reason. It is obviously not because I want you in my life, so stop pretending. Perhaps it takes deceit, brown-nosing, lying, trash-talking, etc., for someone to realize what is truly best for them. I've found what is best for me. Please, do the same for yourselves. Leave me the fuck alone. I'm happier now... and better off than I would be, well, in your arms.
So on that note, here's some song lyrics to encompass what I've just said. Enjoy.
-Jen
Populace in Two
Your memories will always haunt me like a ghost
To put it nicely I hope you choke
A poet of sorts but I'm not enough to give you an eyesore
It's hard to swallow with your hands around my throat
I'm sick and tired of, I told you so
You can call me at home but I know better than to answer the phone
When people ask about the last time that we spoke
I let the stitches do the talking for the most part
And I leave out how you threw a lamp through my front window
Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew
In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you
[x2]
Even if I spend 2004 listening to Morrisey in my car
I'm better off alone than I would be in your arms
[x2]
In your arms
I'm better off alone
(In your arms)
Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew
In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you
[x2]
Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew
In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you
[x2]
To unexpecting you
To unexpecting you
(Just burn the photographs) To unexpecting you
(Bury your memories) To unexpecting you