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Kombucha, Pasta Salad, & Swear Words
Pulled off to the side of the road
You're yelling off everything you know
You step out the car, I watch you go
you pick up a bottle of kombucha to throw
Toss out the pasta salad too
While I’m crying, eating is the last thing I want to do.
Found a haunted corn maze for us to stumble through.
But there wasn’t enough drama for you.
I never thought somebody could call me such names
Or bring up my past as me the one to blame
Whatever insults are close become ammo for the aim.
I don’t even love you. And your actions spell the same.
You're yelling off everything you know
You step out the car, I watch you go
you pick up a bottle of kombucha to throw
Toss out the pasta salad too
While I’m crying, eating is the last thing I want to do.
Found a haunted corn maze for us to stumble through.
But there wasn’t enough drama for you.
I never thought somebody could call me such names
Or bring up my past as me the one to blame
Whatever insults are close become ammo for the aim.
I don’t even love you. And your actions spell the same.
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