Three

When all your chances
Run Out

Intro: (3rings of a phone, 3 walls being hit, three no’s, 3 deep breaths.)
Boy: “Don’t leave a voice-mail, Don’t leave a voice-mail, Don’t leave a voice-mail.”
Machine: “One new message.”  Boy: “Fuck”
Girl (from machine, sad): “Hey…I know you’re there.  Can you pick up?  Please, pick up.  I want to make things right.  Please…please, pick up.”  Machine: “End message.  Press one to delete.  Press two to save.  Press three to replay.”
Boy: “GOD DAMN IT!  Why do you do this to me?!”

V1: (beats of medium speed) So here we are again,
Me on the floor while you beat me in the head with a Cain
And it’s driving me insane.

And you leave another message
That should have left me breathless,
But I just backed away from those edges.

But I wonder if you think this is a game
That it’s funny to leave me inflames
But to you It’s all the same.

Chorus: Please stop fucking with my mind!
Trying to get to decline.
Stop trying to remind,
Me of all the good times we had together
But now there just memories of why you left me.
Three.

V2: I know you want to make amends.
But now that you’re gone I finally ascend
Too the place where I defend.

A place you can never find.
A place lost in time.
A place where I can have peace of mind.

Where I can’t hear your bitching attitude
Where I can’t think of you
Where you can’t fuck me there to.



Chorus: Please stop fucking with my mind
Trying to get me to decline
Stop trying to remind
Me of all the times I fucked up around you
But now there just memories
Of why I left you
Two

V3: (beat gets faster) This is the last verse I give you
To wrap up what I’ve been through
To tell you I barley know you
First you left me for a douche bag
Then for a big fag
The for someone who gave you a yellow flag
That’s low and I can’t take this anymore
This can’t keep being a daily chore
In fact I can’t rhyme past lines of four
But now I’m breaking my strive of three
Can’t we all agree
That you sound like a fucking banshee
And you should be buried at sea
Because three chances is all you get
You want to bet
That I can’t  spit these split
Second rhymes that I write
To make it a verbal threat
And as you start to sweat and cry
And remember all those times you left me behind
to chase a fantasy
Cause you want your life to be a tragedy
Because you like to live in agony
And as you angrily look out that balcony
And I shout to you and say “I’m done”
Because all you chances are out, none
And one by one as the dominoes fall
And you start to crawl
From those three tall towers
You can’t help but fall limp
Like a doll.
But as you run I shun you
With every step you take
I stun you
With every rhyme I throw at your face
Because I feel like I hit a home run
A long run
I out done
I out run
That midnight sun
Cause in the end I won

Chorus: You can’t keep fucking with my mind
Cause I will never decline
I will remind
You of every time you told me shit
That I fucked up
You can’t redo
Can’t rerun
You can never win
Because I’m done being your
Last resort
I’m done.
One

Outro: Boy: “(Three deep breaths), I needed that.  Now she can have a bad day.  
Goodnight, you stupid bitch.”  Machine: “Message sent.  Message saved.”