Through the ages our love does sustain,
Like bad plastic, causing pain.
God forbid you make me breakfast,
At breaking hearts, you're a specialist.
Our love like gravity, just pulling me down,
You never seem to be in town.
Here and gone, you're like a flash,
Just leave me feelin' like some trash.
Keep me hidden like dirty laundry,
You leave me with an awful quandary.
Pieces of me are all that remain,
From walking out, I barely refrain.
All I wanted was a sample,
Thanks to you, my heart was trampled.
Well there's no time like the present,
To say, "see you later, peasant"
