I know where you are and we don't call it stalking
An abrupt drive to your dorms where we start knocking
Checking names and asking around
Though last night you were never found

No luck aw f*ck, tomorrow is another day
No luck oh well, I don't like you anyway

Four-year slut in a community college
No one to fill, such time to kill
Community slut in a four-year college
I think I can, I think I will

So I call being your ex and all
And you say, "When will you visit me?"
And so I smile knowing all the while
Your boyfriend works the days that I'm free

Happiness is a test and I'm blessed
For which you are about to receive
And a mess does not this make
With your apathetic love to lead the way
A state of good will be achieved

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