"Turn off the radio!" you begged through car windows,
I can't pretend to care enough.
You laugh at all the ways you put me in my place,
Fuck all that shit we talked of.
But all along you had another taste,
Forbidden fruit was smeared across your face
Oh, Lady Luck, you tease, you!
I can't wait for the inevitable
Crash and burn, don't mind while I revel.
"Shut down the stereo, and watch my sultry pose!"
He'll think himself original.
He'll charm with his cliches, then fuck you callously,
Are you turned on at all?
(Oh, you swallow down his lust with your own,
Act confused when you both spit it out,
Am I supposed to feel remorse
For some well disguised whore?)
I can't wait for the inevitable
Crash and burn, don't mind while I revel
You can call me out,
You worth less than who's in your mouth.
Am I to blame, for your mistakes?
Am I the one you call on when you feel ashamed?
Well, save face at another place
Because the word deceit on your lip's what I taste.
(Wow, saved the worst for last? Brought down like your paintings from the wall.
Small glances from adoring suitors won't mean shit, won't mean shit at all.)
I can't wait for the inevitable
Crash and burn, don't mind while I revel
You can call me out,
You worth less than who's in your mouth.
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