Climb up out of the gutter,
Take her hand.
Forget about Mr. Yesterday.
He was never any good anyway.
Every one in forevereverland would **** their own mothers
To kiss your orangeblossum lips.
He was never worth them anyway.
Follow the signs,
His time is nearly gone.
You couldn't have kicked him into the cold to die
At a better time.
I'd say, think of the good times,
But for you I know there weren't any.
So pretend you are him,
And remember any second he spent with you.
