I feel you're disappointed as i touch your arm,
even if you never meant me any harm,
you never really know the hurt until the end,
and with a beginning, there is always an end,
what a crazy world, with such sick thoughts,
it's no wonder we see what rich companies bought,
implant a commercial with a tune in our head,
why live life when you can hum the tune instead?
you are the commercial stuck in my mind,
try all i have, can't leave you behind,
if you were fat, with no teeth and short hair,
i'd still care about you and always be there,
yet that's not enough, just seems strange,
how can you end it quickly? say you changed,
after all the fun why not turn it over?
leave me sober so i can drink all over.