There’s a lot about you
Particularly this look you do
With the way you scrunch your face
That makes me want to slap you
Of course there are the times you open your mouth
With these provocative offenses so blatantly said
Just stupid little comments here and there
Not at all careful of the ground you tread
No matter how small or harsh the remark
You feel obligated to mention
As I feel obligated to hold my tongue
Every time you sigh for attention
I’ve done well as far as I can tell
I don’t punch you every time you whine
I just sit there quietly, taking it all
While kicking the shit out of you in my mind
Sometimes I’m smothering you with a pillow
Other times I’m bashing your head into the wall
Then I snap back to reality in disappoint and relief
To realize I’ve imagined it all
No matter the hints people lay out for you
You’re still the dumbass that you are
And so I don’t know what else more I can say
Instead I imagine running you over with my car
I would like to say it’s nothing personal
But we both know that would be a lie
Because there are certain people I cannot stand
And, buddy boy, you’re just that kind of guy.
