Am I suitable for you vultures
Craving for a new delight?
Or am I too boring to lighten up your night

I hate your small talk it's torture
I'm going to lose my mind
As I care about people too much
To talk to someone just so I can whine
About them when we've just met

*******, i need a cigarette
To make you go away
And let me put your slanderous narrative to bed
No wonder you're a wretch
You spend your sleeping hours babbling
And not living a better life
Perhaps one more genuine
Would cure your strife of insomnia