Here is a list of things I wish to forget
Kissy Chrissie Christ on the cocaine coast of Maine
Naked in the street washing the pain away with rain
Love, I stole your wallet while you were in bed with him
So you paid for my hookers on my first fuck-fest binge
Sally, I took pictures from underneath the bleachers
And threw my cum at you when I needed attention
Boy, I stole your girl just to see what you'd be missing
And did everything I could in every last position
I would call you up while she went down on me
And listen to you cry in between screams of ecstasy