I sit alone
at home, waiting for the phone to ring
But it never does, you don't wanna just talk to me
You Just show up,
Through the door you creep
And want another little piece of meat

I think you should know
I don't wanna see you hangin' 'round here
Cuz you're that same god damn mother fucker who messed with me
And that's why we can't just be friends

Think I just might
have to fight, have to crack his jaw
But I don't feel like dealin' with Mr. Johnny Law
Just turn your back
Leave, its not worth it
Cuz you don't wanna be seein' a quadropalegic

I think you should know
I don't wanna see you holdin' his hand
Cuz hes that same god damn mother fucker who messed with me
And thats why we can't just be friends

Enough, enough, I gave enough
Enough, enough, I gave enough
Enough, enough, I gave enough
Enough, enough, you took enough

I think you should know
I don't wanna see you goin' out with him
Cuz you're the same god damn mother fuckers who messed with me
And thats why we all can't just be friends

11/15/2010

Author's Note: Moving on is a pain in the ass...a song in development, lyrics are subject to change depending on the arrangement which is being worked on by me and the bandmates.

Posted on 11/16/2010
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