Loser

Clocks stopped on a dime
Hark the ticking, not a sound
Thief who copped my precious time
All this dicking me around

I bought what I thought so
An investment Monet
But you’re a Picasso
Mess from near or far away

Tap a toe for the dead groom
You go halfsies, I take full hit
Well you’d think I was a mushroom
With the way you feed me bull shit.

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