My New Best Friend



You
Make me sick
And want to vomit
Leave me alone

I
Try and be nice
But you don’t get
The hints

You’re
A stupid slut
You creep me out
Don’t touch me ever

I
Run when I
See you coming
Cause I think of bad stuff

I wish I was a giraffe
You couldn’t talk to me then
Maybe if I dress as a giraffe
You’d go the fuck away

Go
Eat some cheetos
In a dark corner
Away from me

Your mouth
Is like a cesspool
Of horrible stuff
It’s worse than a toilet

I
Hope you don’t
Work here next year
I don’t think you will

Keep
Your nasty tongue
In your mouth
That’s just gross

I don’t mean to be mean but it comes out that way
Better in a song than in your face
I guess it’s kind of wrong that you’ll never know
That when people talk to you it’s all just a happy show