We smoked dollar bills and I would gag
On the green edges turning brown
And the taste of cheeseburgers in your sleeping bag.
But losing brain cells and Homage brought me to my knees
In front of the salon, so I dumped your sorry ass.
Oh, but you had plans, you'd break this sleaze,
Feed her ghost drugs in a lemonade glass.
Oh, you were the brute, and I was puking in the black,
In the bathtub, paralyzed, Tommy telling you it was a mistake,
Mitch assuring you I was "a setback."
But you ruined my bones anyway, you ate my birthday cake.
And all these people still ask me how I can talk about it.
So I sob and pretend that it's hard to admit.
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