I hate when I think about you
Your such a piss off on my mind
Every time I look
It has a different way of working out
And then I change my mind
And wrong Mr full of Shitness
Take another glare
At least I couldn't stick my fingers under your jaw
And look at you and stare
That's that four way window pain
It's not a pretty picture there
It's a tad bit anorexic
And I'm not just talking under the hair
