Late Night,
We meet up
And we're ******* again.

Is the the ***,
Or the company.
I'm your ex,
Is he not cutting it.

Cause I could cut you to
Pieces.
I'm a Pisces with a wordsmiths way.
You know with luck I've held my sway.

Now I'm reducing myself,
Degraded for you
Nothing changes
Even my looks were graded by you.

I'm done with you,
And I think Fates
Fed up with your ****,
I did myself a favour
When I abandoned ship.