I just want to say good luck To my past lives Who now have future guys without me I hope they treat you great And wont procrastinate When you need them to take out their dang socks out of the dryer. And maybe stop leaving the window open in your mom's minivan
I rotate myself like a rotisserie chicken So I can feel the burn of emptiness left in me. I turn and turn Until my mood is dire and my humor drier From this mirage of hope. That dissipates to the back of what's left of my crowded mind.
I find myself looking at wedding rings in pawn shops. Knowing that I will eventually find myself back At this exact counter adding a total to the line of wedding rings. Like my parents before, They bring me a bringing of upbringings On how to fall into dislike. Slamming doors, Yelling, Tears, And talking mad ****. Are common vocabulary words for my ears And it make me uncomfortable when it is absent.
Like this isnt right…
So I just want to say good luck. To my future wives Who want to live life without me I’m sure i'll prepare you For next guy you’ll date And for every guy you'll hate