I remember when we broke up the first time. I remember trying to do nothing. Saying "this is it", like a Jackson hit. I remember not seeing you for about a month. I remember waking up, I remember remembering a punch in the mouth, Reminding me to chart future relationships out. I'm calling it off. The wedding and the dates you liar. I'm telling you off this time. We'll never, ever ever get back together. Go talk to your friends. Talk to mine. Waste your time, Spend your time playing pretend. End up like Islam on the Balkan Island. I'm really going to miss writing. Miss writing is miswriting, Misleading my idols into the trivial. Hiding the infinite potential on vinyl. Throw on the CD, it's more indie than mine. More John Frusiante than girls from Niandra. So for another month I'l find peace of mind. So you called me up, To talk about like love, but no luck. Because I was like, and he was like. and they were like. Even his parents didn't like him. So he was like, ugh, boring. and I'm always touring, so like, fuck him. We're never, ever, ever, getting back together. Your friends balk, and my friends bawk. So the whole thing is pretty complimentary.