Stupid Girl

Things were pretty good
You sat while I stood
Your empty cup I'd fill
But you would steal mine still.

I put up with it a while.
Because from you I'd get a smile
You lied and weasled around
But still I made no sound

I wispered and still you'd shout
And you'd say there was nothing to talk about
Your topics were always your ex
Or anything that was related to sex

I finally cleared my mind
Leaving you a fairly long distance behind.
I regret ever asking your name
Seeing your face, playing your game.