I know... and Jake never replies to me...
Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Reply-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last post I ever dedicate your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two comments;
I wrote the spelling on 'em perfect
So this is my post I'm writing you, I hope you read it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Jake, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy reply or a PM
I hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wall
I love you Jake, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Jake; {*screaming*}
Shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey Jake, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to post this shit out?
