Just one of your run-of-the-mill break up songs.
Ooh Eddie, why you gotta be such a jerk
Why couldn't you have given a damn, or try to make things work
ooh eddie, go fuck your hat
i don't care what you think anymore, so what do you think of that.
i hope one day you'll see me from your coffee shop
you'll think of waving hello, then realize you ought not
Maybe I've lost weight, anyways, I'm looking great
and probably running late, for another date
Or maybe at a fancy party, I'll see you around
a friend of a friend will introduce us, but we'll look at the ground
we'll try to smile, but only be able to fake it
it's going to be awkward, because i've seen you naked (and you have a third nipple and named him jeff).
Chorus
I hope in the middle of the night you think of something funny,
and lift up your cell phone, and then realize you can't call me
you don't get to hear me laugh you don't get to see me smile,
at least not for you, at least not for a while
I don't wish you ill will, no that would be wrong
I was just having a shitty day, so I wrote this song
I can't believe how just last week I was singing how i loved you
and now this week I'm thinking that you just smell like poo
ooh eddie, you're a fucking tool
Ooh Eddie, and I'm so fricken cool
Ooh Eddie, you're a fucking tool
Ooh Eddie, and i miss you.
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