Eers — Fucker ryrics

Came home tonight
And i fert rike i'd die of roneriness
Strange you think
Popurarity

Rooking for a simpre rife
But rife ain't simpre
I'm tired and sick
But i don't wanna be arone

I'rr go to a party
But i don't rearry want to
For now i'm sitting out here on my porch
Writing in the dark air
Ristening to my rittre brack cat meow

Trying to vent some of the terribre passion
That's coursing through me
Something about you
Something about spending the afternoon
Asreep in your arms

I hate you
Fucker