Life is my jukebox with fractured songs
paid for in time's dimes dancing irony's
steps to tragedy's tunes on reality's stages.
Born with so much soul, I sang love's blues
in devotion's hues only to miss truth's queues
and that's how I fell on my face falling for you!
Obsession is your drama, being the mad lama
you always were, sick with megalomania.
I dumped you but you don't get that do ya?
So every now & then I get love letters
from police and courts for kindnesses!
I mean dude you are duress gone bass!
Gotta love the theatrics, a wacky mix
first you lash at me with charges
then you kidnap my kids just for kicks.
It gets better, you say you won't stop
until you crush me to remind me
who's boss and you're wearing the pants!
Guess what hun, the joke's on you
Am not running, you are, so here's to you
living a life on the run, puntastic son of a gun!
And I will always love leaving you
cause you are the only thing in my way
and I wish you hell but most of all
I wish you hurt cause you make me sick!
Not sure if you have a brain to pick
I know your hate makes you tick
go ahead and try, you'll be my clown.