The clicks of her thumbs on phone pad spell out
I'm getting tired of him, I want someone sexy
Someone stronger, one with much less doubt
Someone worthy of someone like me

I go walking in the park and light up a cigarette
I look in the water see my reflection I hate what I see
This distorted image isn't nearly as bad as whats in my head
That image is all I let my self be

Well if she wants a sexy man Maybe she should leave me

I've lived in the gutter for too long to be pretty and wanted
at best I hang around and am tolerated
A damaged ego and busted spine
I forgot how to just have a good time
She says to her friends she wants something better
I find out second hand through electronic letter
I know that there is so much that I lack
so I'm taking out the garbage and I'm not ever coming back