Fuck you, Nicole
I’m tired of getting high
Off of your breath of nicotine
Or the way you lie
Convincing me this cycle is good
You would just as soon leave me in the hood
Stranded with a golden watch
Waiting for a good mugging, but here’s the catch
I always find a way to dine
Or some fine way back home
You’ve tested this
You’ll never best this
Go ahead and leave me for Michael
Maybe he’ll give a shit
The next time you hit
Or spit in his face
Go crazy, so far off base
In clothes too lacy
Whip in one hand, cattle prod in the other
It’s not odd with your status
Just check the bio for the list
Leave me pissed
The me that cared
We were never a good pair
You grow old and cold
I don’t want your hand to hold
I’m tired of your shit Nicole
Hovering over my conscious
Blowing up my phone
Here I am nauseous
Prone to giving into it all
You’re human mold
In a pile of nicotine
Waiting to consume me
Let’s shorten you to your soul
Close enough to whole
Nico, for the rest of your life
Ain’t set to be a trophy wife
But you ain’t either
Fed up doesn\'t even begin
To cover how it’s been
How long ago was it
Since we began
This bullshit ready to blow houses down
So long ago, I was just a clown
Without the floppy shoes or the makeup
I was trapped
Under wraps
Choking the daylights out of me
By street light of dull night
All blight
Nico giving me black lung
While Nico’s sick
She’s like Bruce Lee Kung Foo
I’m licked to the ground
She’s off to pound
Another honey saving money with the bouncer
He’s gonna pounce soon
Announce swoon
Wallet on the table
That’s been her favorite vice
But why am I tiptoeing around whom I\'m talking to?
Click, clack, and you’re back
Telling me how he decided to treat you poor
Little more than a whore
Jumping from bed to bed
Back and forth from my head
And that’s coming from me
Who’s only form of glee
Is chasing skirts
It still hurts
With a lack of inhibition smashing my liver
But then again
I love you anyways
Like a farmer needs his hens
For the rest of these days
Because that’s how it was meant to be
It’s all me
Going crazy in my own head
I’ll be better off dead
And blaming it on the world
Waiting to curl
As I hurl in the ceramic bowl
Waiting for my bullet in the pool
Because I’m the fool
Wearing yellow
In a town like this
Where nobody is mellow
And blood cost as much as jello