At least you're consistent.
A consistent fuck up.
I know now that I can always count on you,
to let me down.
No matter how low I sink,
I could never be as low as you.
You're like the scum between my toes.
The filth left behind by the garbage man.
I could say it once, twice, a dozen times...
and still it would not be enough.
You're probably wondering,
"now what did I do?"
Well if you don't know,
you will soon.
You're gonna learn...
You're gonna learn,
what its like to get fucked over.