I don't care, really.

[Spook]

You've got two faces and both of them are ugly

They step on me as you walk out the door
A café to meet with the pin-stripe whore

Have you forgotten me already
Your sweat is still on my sheets

Drying tomorrow to leave me alone

The taste is tangy; a rusted ring
On your left ear, stretching

It's ugly; Ill rip it out like you ripped out the foundation that keeps me standing

Each muscle fiber is stretched like a dancer
It was there; you weren't
Your noxious lullaby still pushes me over the cliff


Your mind is ugly and you know it
And so does everyone else
How can you live beside me,
when you can't live with yourself

That earring still threatens to pierce my artery
The one that pumps love all over the floor

Splattering it with feelings that your shoes track down the hall

And as you leave me I clean up your steps behind you
So I don't see them there and remember
That you left me because you wanted to.
And how you got what you want from me

I'll miss you anyways
Because I liked your façade
I loved her.

But you know what screw you
I hated that other bitch