Sour grapes

You sucked. up my twenty eight summer just like a plauge I was in the throws of love and you taught me how to beg I followed you around just like a dog without a bone And even when we were together I still felt alone And at your arms length was how I spent most of those days But looking back on it now it seems like Just a wine and booze and beer and drug soaked haze But to me you'll never be a memory A few days and you'll be so easy to drink away Your face won't haunt my dreams you see and you could crawl back on your knees But to me you'll never be a memory yeah yeah Well thanks to almighty fase book I know you are married now I hope the poor guy knows what he's into But faze book's not inside my head well at least not yet So I'll watch you string him up just like your pet And I can't really blame him 'cause you're such a beautiful disgrace I just hope for his sake that he paid close attention and married The right fucking face ha ha ha ha Now to me you'll never be a memory In a rage I'm gonna leave you right here on this page Hey little miss catholick this because I just crossed you off my list Now to me you'll never be a memory yeah yeah Please don't point out the irony that I put you in a song or three Just call it my twisted form of therapy yeah Hey little miss catholick this because I just crossed you off my list And your face won't haunt my dreams you see But you always did look good on your knees Too bad to me you'll never be a memory Yeah to me you'll never be a memory Thus you are rendered forgotten