we're driving up the
Coronado strand.
speakers blasting in the back.
it's your favorite song
from your favorite band.
you start to dance and try to sing.
i turn to look at you
and think to myself,
"you're fucking annoying me!."


we went out for so long.
but so long, goodbye,
we're not together anymore.
just stop bragging
about the guys you meet.
we all know you're conceited.
i'm just glad we're not together
anymore.


before the break up,
you made those past few months
a living hell for me.
i covered your face
on all the pictures that i have
with the pen that you gave me.
how funny is that?
i can't stand your look.
cause you're so damn ugly.


don't hang up the phone,
there's one more thing i have to say,
"you're fat."