Thursday, September 2, 2010

Hate To Say I Told You So

I knew there was a ghost creeping up on me. A year and a half later, and you drive all the way from the keys only to wind up on my doorstep, "514.4 miles" you said, like an innocent little puppy, a year and a half too late. You were crazy enough to want to marry me, but you couldn't keep your hands off other chicks every night I wasn't there to sooth your insecure soul. Well here you go, you get exactly what you deserve, 514.4 miles to get a cold door in your face. What's 514.4 plus 514.4? Who cares? Drive Safely!

Revenge tastes so good.

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