Four years, or was it five?

Four years long

Four years strong

No longer me

No longer you

No longer we

How do you do?

I’m just writing to make you mine

I’m checking you out – hope that’s fine

You’re pretty cool, I know you well

I’ve eaten all the shit you sell

You drive me nuts, though, and sometimes

I feel like spitting those cute eyes

Especially since this sick disguise

Can only see me with no price

You’re faking faking a sweet glance

I sit there, near your punk-ass fence

You’re full of lies, and charm, and shit

I still hear your breath bit by beat

Driving me crazy with its dare

I’d kill you, oh I swear, I swear,

It’s not that I don’t think you’re great

and perfect, but you’re four years late

And goddamn, did I try to fit

Thoroughly, step by step, in it

Your godly, magic, universe

I think of it, I need to curse

So fuck this shit we’re doing in my mind

And fuck your tendency to be fake and unkind

And fuck! You once knew, you mind reader!

You weren’t good then, aren’t good now either

It doesn’t end here, hear me out!

You should know what this is about

But hurry the fuck up, already

Learn that my nerves aren’t so steady