Swiftly with the weirdness,
flashing in head,
pounding down the coffee,
twiching I remaniss,
I think of you in you're bed,
and of how I was misslead,
though fun did we have,
you I really missread,
Nothing left to do,
but smoke on the tree,
Wishing and praying,
you were next to me,
But you left with that punk,
so revenge will be mine,
throw him in the trunk,
mutherf***in punk.