High School Reunion
I’m going to start this in a little cliche way
With a fuck you and have a nice day.
Because I’m a little sick of this story
Even though you’ll find it boring
Because I’m pretty sure you’ve done this same thing before, repeated history.
But fck it, I’ll tell it anyway.
We met when we got some drinks with some friends.
And we didn’t really tell them about us til the end.
Probably because they would’ve known we were a bad fit.
The only time we were a good fit was when we were doing it.
If anything we fought way more than we talked.
Even if that fighting was all in my head.
I couldn’t tell you anything except "A little to the left!" in bed.
But my mouth would be busy touching your things
And I’d wonder in my head if this was just a fling.
I never did get you to verify
So I pretended my soul was made of ice.
I think we said goodbye
but we did so very nicely.
In retrospect it was all kinds of fucked up.
You acted like a man with his shit tucked up.
While I was busy away getting my face mucked up.
You were getting your ego and balls sucked up.
Honestly I have no reason to hold anything against you.
It was fair game and we played it all by the rules.
It sucks this engagement came with enragement,
But honestly, it was an instructive arrangement. Thanks God.
Well good luck to you dude,
If we pass in the streets, let’s be rude.
Lets ignore each other’s faces
And avoid our familiar places.
We never happened.
This shit didn’t happen.
What was I about to say?
Oh yeah.
Fuck you and have a nice day.
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