four score and a few more days ago i asked if you could open me slow i guess, in a way, you did your part but, bitch, i meant my heart
id be happy to write a love song if someone could stick around long enough for me to compose the first verse but each time just gets worse
so i sing la la la...
youre the five hundred twenty five thousand six-hundredth person to tell me that no one could ever love me, im crazy and that may well be
i unwashed my hands in the sludge from your mouth when you told me to eat your heart out though i blessed the food, it was just my luck to your heart my tongue got stuck
so i sing la la la...
we set sail a ship already sunk you only like me when you are drunk ive got so much more left to say but youll get heart some day
and ill sing la la la...
we were the lucky ones for a minute or so we had a lot of fun i cant let that go