and so the rain
dripping down my back
we're all a bit weathered here
so we didn't want eachother
busy line so
try again later
there's nowhere to hide
here in this tiny town
good thing there was no salt
in our bowl of goodbye soup
no crazed and twisted words
no sickened symphony of regrets
we were what we were
i just can't stand
your choice in men, love
nothing big
just a blockade of all the 
wrong cocksuckers
fat know-it-alls or
ugly poodles from armenia
no effort to play along
this badmitten game we call
friendship
it's better this way
because most of the time
i don't even think about you
but that doesn't mean
that i don't care
i guess i just wanted
one last smile
one last hoo-ha
one more moment of shameless,
too bad it's aimless,
love