Feb 10, 2005 11:56
Let's talk about running into an ex, being stoked to see her, then having her fucking diss the hell out of you. Better yet, I'll let my nigga Nicky Money talk about it:
Boston
In her car six hours long
Whisper words song after song
Eyes wide shut we sat and stare
Long loss sought, oh, life's unfair
We always want what we can't have
And we always lose
So we're always sad
Grade school crush
Blood soaked hair
Four more hours and we'll be there
Utter words of importance
When we forget to say
She likes me, I love her
But they always go away
Wishful thinking
Lost train of thought
Shattered dreams broke
From the start, desperate yells
Cries for help, we do it to ourselves
What we always want we'll never have
'Cause we want too much
What is love and whats it like
One one zero off the mass pike
Irony floods the car like air
Hope and pray that she is there
Fuck that shit. Fuck me for trying to be civil and mature about it. Because I still have care for you and I want to be nice to you. But I guess I have to be an asshole and be mean, as if I hate you, when I really don't. But fuck that shit. I can be a dick too.