I went to sleep at eleven
Woke up at four
I thirst
I thirst for more
I drank too much
I forgot the score
Have you won yet,
Or are we just like before ?
Have you manned up yet,
Or are you waiting for
A miracle to be performed?
Because you can wish
With all your might for happiness
To swim ashore
But you won't be happy none
Until you given all you've won
And evened out the score
Lay down your hand
That royal flush
Cash in your winnings
Listen to me like you did before
I'm tired of being your little woman
Buying your trash
Cooking the cash
Why don't you get up off the floor,
And help me some
Before I become
All that you hate
And walk right out that door
Written in reference to knowing too much about a fellow females relationship.