A Poem By Adam Wolfson

[Verse 1] I'm not trying to be your man I'm just trying to make you understand the point It's cold as hell in November in Detroit And even though it's Saturday, I'm staying in tonight [Verse 2] Did you think you had it coming, did you think you had it right? Did you think that you were wonderful and miserable tonight? You say you didn't mean it, but I think you didn't care Cause to my face and before your God, this what you swear [Outro] Fuck yourself and fuck your family Fuck yourself and fuck your family