Suicide Girls

[Voice messages from upset girlfriends] Hey you fucking asshole Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car Sean, I'm so fucking pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and beat you Anyways, I don't care, I don't wanna fucking talk to you I don't wanna talk to you anymore I don't know what your deal's been lately, but I called you like 15 times And you just take and take And you just fuck everyone over in the end anyways Okay and number 2, being fucked up Is not an excuse to piss in the goddamn fish tank I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm sick of you acting like you can just fuckin.. Leave a trail of destruction and shit Everytime I'm around you and I'm fucking tired of it It's just not cool, my roommates told me What the fuck you did after you got stupid drunk as usual I don't ever want you in my fucking house In my fucking car, anywhere near me It's fucking over, I don't want to talk to you anymore I don't want to think about you anymore, I don't ever want to see you again Do you even care? You can never ever come into my house again Fuck me? Fuck you. Rot in fucking hell Fuck you, go fuck yourself You should care, if you give a fuck at all, which I really doubt, you'll call me Hear me out, don't come fucking crying to me when your world falls apart and You have nowhere to turn, alright? Have a good day ...Already? Already? Already? What'd you call 'em? [Slug] I can't imagine some of the things that you've seen City to city with no spot to sleep I know she will run with opposable thumbs She's trying to overcome the laws of the land Coast to coast, who knows the most? Age before beauty, sleep before scrutiny Who could it be now? Here she comes With an eve of her tongue and the games that she runs Little girl dolls never get lost, pay the cost, embrace the flaws Let her get tossed in the back of a mid-size Trying to look at life through those kid's eyes "Jackpot", that's in quotes Sometimes you gotta let go if you wanna get votes But fuck the votes, I spit towards the clouds A bullet in your head sits still allowed I used to pretend that I gave a fuck Now a do give a fuck, a little too much Let's see what you got, Naomi Act like you're from Missouri, show me little homey