Ode to Bull Shit



For every single gallon of every thing I put in

Maybe I can, but mostly I can’t get an ounce out of you

And even when, ultimately, it’s not your fault

It still can be traced back to you

And I wish I could just for a minute

Not give any of my thoughts to you

For you permeate each of my brainwaves

Like some cheap eau’de toilet perfume

Making me smell my cheapness in the air

And sometimes I wonder if I’m getting spent

Or if you lie when you say you do care

For the earth of me I can’t understand

Why it’s so hard for you to understand

Why more times than most I’m the last thing in your plans

Why it’s okay for you to spend more time with your mans-

And ‘nem playing PS2 when you call to ask what I’m up to

And I’m always just sitting here alone thinking about you

And trying to figure out the next time I’m gonna see you

And as quick as a flash sent from the devil himself

Without hesitation you say, well I can’t make a trip your way

I got this, this, and that to get straight

Plus I gotta go to work every hour of every day

And by the way, I need some money ‘til I get paid

And quick as a flash straight from miss naive herself

I say how much do you need, and do you need anything else

And I set myself up in my dreams to be disappointed by you

Cause I’m so used to being let down by you

And over and over again I feel stupid too

Cause right now I’m writing this so I’m still thinking about you

And my throat hurts and my cheeks are wet from crying over you.



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