• You get to be the cheating husband
    and I the unhappy wife.
    I'll rip out knots of hair and scream.
    Make good friends with razor blades and a kitchen knife
    While you talk to your mistress, Mrs. Texas.
    Too bad all she's got for you is head and red sand.
    At least I've got a hand, though sweaty,
    to knock some sense into you and
    your giggles away.
    Guess you've got momma dearest and babe to cry them away, now.

    You wanna "Stay friends?"
    I say no-go to long distant emotional pogo.
    I don't need a crutch. I can scream solo.
    I'll forget you.
    Burn out without you.
    I was born alone, I can choke alone.


    So go,
    and tell that red-a** b***h of yours
    I said I hate you.
    The both of you.

    ********.
    You.