You act like i don’t know what you are going to say
But I’ve been waiting for this call more than five damn days.
The nose always knows, and you’re the prettiest suspect,
There’s nothing I want to hear those lips confess.
I read your mind one more time, deserve my chair and my rope,
They’d look better on you but take a leg when you go.
Let me wobble in peace, go back to your special friend
You can squabble about the same shit we always did.
You did it for you, you did it for Who?
The Who gives and Who cares… now we’re doctor Suess.
But if I hear a Who and it’s remotely like you?
I’ll do what my friends always told me to do.
I’ll take nearly used rope, and this three legged chair.
RIP, just for me, there’s white denial in your hair.