eyesquad

Ok today is a good and bad day. Let me explain. Every time an ex has done me wrong they meet with a real bad string of bad luck. I don't know what it is or how it happens, but it happens. Case 1. Had one cheat on me 2 times ( My fault the second time, shoulda dumped her after the first. Love is silly ). So 3 weeks later she gets in a really bad car accident and has to have reconstructive surgery, gets really fat and marries a guy that beats her. Karma? Dunno.

Case 2. Ex fiance screws around, we break up, she gets married to a Pizza delivery guy and gets fat.

Now we come to case 3. date for 3 years, she knows what I do and how I am, we break up, she starts going out with a very young looking guy in a Mustang ( she's Filipino and gorgeous, he is a redneck and looks 12 years old ), parks her car at his house and a tree falls on it while she is out of town. Thats bad but whats even worse is that she had sent a letter to her insurance company to cancel her insurance but put the wrong month so it was cancelled when it happened. To make matters even worse, it's a lease that has to be turned in in August. Oops.

So being the nice guy that I am, I offered her my car to drive. Even though we are broken up and I find out ( today ) that she is dating this guy. No what really sucks is that I am upset about that. Why might you ask? I guess I still love her. I really do. So I am jealous I guess and miss her terribly. But she isn't getting my car. Won't have her riding around with him in my car. He needs to step up and do his job I guess.

We broke up because she says I am not sensitive to her needs. What the hell is that? Whenever she needed anything, her friends would dissappear and I was there. Be it a car to drive, money, insurance when they cancelled hers ( then she had a wreck and made mine go up ) or a place to stay or whatever. I was there. Things for her child, anything. But I am not a good boyfriend because I go out of town for 6 weeks a year to teach school.

I will never understand women.

New lyrics. Enjoy.

i'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and
served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman
i'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the
ancient brick where you will sit and
contemplate your day

i'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgement's on the brink
i'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as your lying there drifting off
to sleep...
i'll be the platform shoes and undo what
heredity's done to you: you won't have to
strain to look into my eyes
i'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat with the collar up so
you won't catch cold

i want to take you far away from the cynics in this
town and kiss you on the mouth
we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of
this scene, start a brand new colony
where everything will change, we'll give
ourselves new names (identities erased)
the sun will heat the ground under our bare
feet in this brand new colony
everything will change, ooo ooo...