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So the Fuck What
You think you know me?
You don’t know shit,
from the moon to Mars
to the fucking milky way,
to the back seat of my car.
There was something there.
There was a tick dug in deep
and drinking.
Well I pulled your ass off and
crushed you between my fingers
and watched my blood ooze out and
drop to the floor.
So the fuck what!
You can say you knew me when.
When you knew me when
you never really wanted to
be my friend.
So take yourself away.
Fly away
little bird.
Fly away.
Because my karmas just fine.
I feel holier than thou
with every flap of your
heavenly wings away from
me.
So the Fuck what!
I’m not perfect.
I’m sure the hell am not,
but I beat your fuckin
score on Xbox.
No more vicious grins
No more eyes that don’t look
at me straight or mouth that
berates.
The bus is gone and
There ain’t another one coming;
the night’s to late.
So get the fuck off the corner.
Just go home before your ass
gets mugged.
There are no more sorries.
Nothing to fix
No more crocodile tears to
mop off the floor or asses
to kiss.
I say so the fuck what!
Because now I can.
So for a while I think I’ll stick
with that plan.
You don’t know shit,
from the moon to Mars
to the fucking milky way,
to the back seat of my car.
There was something there.
There was a tick dug in deep
and drinking.
Well I pulled your ass off and
crushed you between my fingers
and watched my blood ooze out and
drop to the floor.
So the fuck what!
You can say you knew me when.
When you knew me when
you never really wanted to
be my friend.
So take yourself away.
Fly away
little bird.
Fly away.
Because my karmas just fine.
I feel holier than thou
with every flap of your
heavenly wings away from
me.
So the Fuck what!
I’m not perfect.
I’m sure the hell am not,
but I beat your fuckin
score on Xbox.
No more vicious grins
No more eyes that don’t look
at me straight or mouth that
berates.
The bus is gone and
There ain’t another one coming;
the night’s to late.
So get the fuck off the corner.
Just go home before your ass
gets mugged.
There are no more sorries.
Nothing to fix
No more crocodile tears to
mop off the floor or asses
to kiss.
I say so the fuck what!
Because now I can.
So for a while I think I’ll stick
with that plan.
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