Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
Yeah I read your email, or most of it at least
My mind kinda started wandering around paragraph thirteen
It really got me thinking halfway through yesterday
I’ve never had a lover leave me by digital essay
I guess I didn’t do enough, you never felt like you came first
You hate the way I laugh and you hate the way I curse
You said I promised you a love song and I never followed though
So I sat down last night and wrote this one for you
Here’s your fucking love song
The one I always said I’d write
I hope it bleeds your heart out
I hope it makes you cry
Yeah, here’s your fucking love song
The verses even rhyme
I sure hope you’re listening
I would hate to waste my time
You were probably expecting all that stuff you like to hear
Eyes meet ‘cross crowded rooms and romance through the years
Excuse me for forgetting all those feelings in the wake
Of the chaos and the madness and all the things I let you take
Gonna leave this up on Twitter, Facebook, and the rest,
I think it’s healthy we both get this off our chests
Sure I might sound a little angry and just a bit too cold
But then I’ve just been sittin’ countin’ all the lies you’ve told
So here’s your fucking love song
The one I always said I’d write
I hope it bleeds your heart out
I hope it makes you cry
Yeah, here’s your fucking love song
The verses even rhyme
I sure hope you’re listening
I would hate to waste my time
Yeah, babe, I hope you’re listening
I would hate to waste my time