Last Bitter Song

Hello Saferide

Now, this will be the last bitter song 
It will be my last, real bitter song about you 

From now on, I'll write about flowers and butterflies 
Chickens and kittens and shit 
From now on, I'll try to look myself in the face 
From now on, I'll try to find someone who knows I exist 

So I won't have to feel like I do 
When I write my bitter songs 
This is my last real bitter song 
About you 

I won't have to mention she was blonde and thin 
With a peanut for a brain and volleyballs for chest 
I won't have to mention: that's always what happens 
When you leave him your key, he ends up having sex in your apartment with miss Non-Bitterness
 
So this will be the last bitter song 
I'm feeling cheerful already 
I'd like to break his neck, if I may 

But most, I'd like to cut off that hair 
And cut off that head 
And cut off those volleyballs 

And I hope her heart gets broken 
And I hope she turns bitter, really really bitter 
Like me


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