Well, tell your brothers,
     your sisters and misters
they dont need to
     hang around my door.
My hands and feet
     are covered with blisters -
just a product of our
     little war.

     And next time you
have half a mind
     to set fire to my
Cadillac,
     just remember that
kinda behavior
     is never gonna
bring me back.
     Know that.

Yes, I believe I received
     your last message,
but I didn't care to
     hear it through.
It's just my mind
     was preoccupied
with finding ways
     to rid myself of you.

Don't get me wrong,
     we sure had our fun,
but it was much too much
     to make it last.
Now my windows and
     doors are all locked,
I only open 'em to scream
     when you drive past.