The Waitress Is Cuter Than You by Closed Heart Surgery
The Waitress Is Cuter Than You lyrics
Valentine's
dinners by candlelight
Phony cards of another day to rub in the face of this lonely heart
Hold these scars, I'm looking for angels with quick wings
A face to erase these memories
Grab a pen, drip ink
Push pen to paper, wavering thoughts of our lips sync
Lips seething under breath and cherish tunes that I detest
Rest my case, but constantly faced with the judgment
Sittin' by for ideas but she want everyday appealed subjects
Grapple the gavel of strength just to slow the anger
No stranger to angles, I mean it was a no brainer
But how do I leave the centripetal forces there
Pulling me into battle with their blind subliminal warfare
I celebrate this day to celebrate self-marketed disgrace
Boycott her master to leave her feelings displaced
Fourteenth of February, she�s forever burried in my ribcage
I don't want any chocolates, they remind me of how her lips taste
I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets
All that I have got to say (Whatchu got to say?)
Fuck Valentine's Day
I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets
All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say)
Fuck Valentine's Day
Should've skipped a day devoted to love
She wanted more than the chocolates, the flowers, my heart they ain't enough
Since the third grade I tossed the cards and wanted the candy
You want more? Well fuck you Mandy!
The second month fell on the fourteenth day
Another ex-girlfriend, she got hell to pay
Leaves me alone at this table for two
Reservations at the Mack Shack, bitch I thought you knew!
Did we not have something pure, something true
Well here we go then, yo this is how I do
My bad girl, I gotta listen to Ben,
On the thirteenth break up with you, get back together again
On the fifteenth I'll put it simply
This holiday's worthless, don't try to tempt me
Even if she's friendly, decline her gently
Save your money my man and buy that Bentley
I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets
All I really have to say (Whatchu gotta say)
Fuck Valentine's Day
I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets
All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say)
Fuck Valentine's Day
Table for two, plus one, waiter bring some napkins
Cause when I shoot this bitch I didn't mean to, accidents happen
Spill her blood on the floor, cause she's a river of red
Grab her reflection and fucking break mirrors on her head
I can't believe your nerve, goddamn you're actually sane
I'm done being nice, Mr. Nice took a vacation
I'mma chop out your heart, leave it in my truck packaged with tape
You ruined this whole month, motherfuck Valentine's Day
Emmi, Michelle, Kristen and Jen, all the Valentine's that I gotta regret
Emmi loved herself and no one else
Put a mirror up, and took my picture off the shelf
Michelle, shit, she was dumber than dumb
Her voice was more annoying then a blender that don't work
Jen never deserved, any of my gifts
And Kristen, she's the only one that I miss
I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets
All I really have to say (Whatchu gotta say)
Fuck Valentine's Day
I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets
All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say)
Fuck Valentine's Day
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