How many years? And you took two weeks To find the next one And you were back on your feet. It’s as if nothing happened.
Tracking the time didn’t make any sense Until weeks turned into nothing As you sat on your fence while I waited there wondering “What the fuck is going on?”
Go fuck yourself, or whoever else Tells you that you look beautiful tonight.
‘Cause I think it’s too late For reasons and corrections.
Thank you for the lessons we’ve shared And for helping me to see. Tallahassee, I think you’ll be Better off without me.