You talk way too loud.
I tend to wonder if your head is in the clouds,
You're too much of an airhead.
Not going to lie, I wish you would drop dead.

I remember your rosy red car,
And the way you would yell down the street.
So I left a long yellow star on the hood to scar it.
Another in the backseat.

You have a problem with organization, a place for everything, a list,
And I would ruin it, we couldn't stay together, we can't coexist.
So you left without a goodbye, don't worry you're not missed.
You may think I overreacted, but I was pissed.

It amazes me, you don't even look hurt.
Even though you took everything.
I hope you step on a fishhook, idiot.
You were nothing but a no good crook, period.