I can't sleep
I'll just debate
All the things i hate
Like your punk rock
And over priced art supplies
And that look in your eyes
So take your words and choke on them
And i hope you taste all your phlegm
And i hate seeing your face
In a mutual place
If she could write a song
She'd probably sing along
To this one:
Fuck you, fuck you too

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