LYRIC FOR SALE

By David

I felt you look right through me
Michael, is that really you?
A little condescending
But I guess that’s what you do

I knew you were embarrassed
The man, the life she once knew
With no hint of emotion
That botox really defines you

You’re supposed to break the heart
Not the man

I’ve started eating again
But haven’t looked in a mirror
Perhaps a little fxxxin’ wasted
Well nough about me, what about you?

Your face forever flawless
But older than the boy next to you
As long as he makes you cum
Why the fxxx did I fall for you?

You’re supposed to break the heart
Not the man

I see your wearing glasses now
I’ve long put down the book on you
I prefer the jolly words of Chaucer
Than deal with the thought of you

I’m so happy your art is selling
I did all that for you
Let me buy you a fresh canvas
I don’t need anything from you

You’re supposed to break the heart
Not the man

We’ll catch up sometime
So glad to see you Michael
Everyone else just calls me Mike
I was never that into you

Did I tell you I’m eating again?
As I swallow the last of my pride
Gosh he looked terrible
Of course, but no reflection of you

You’re supposed to break the heart
Not the man
Not the man