You said once I'm your friend
Painted your town in wonderful colours
Rejoiced you in the darkest sorrow
Am I now?
Yet you turned me into a worn out shirt, torn apart
As your soup spilled over your lovely dress
And you're out of napkin
As well as toilet papers
You'll need me again
But hey, there's a door!
With the nice blinking light with 'EXIT' sign above
Ohhhhh I won't need to tell you what to do next right?
Or should I say?
Please take your sorry ass out of here?
I'm not really good in using the F word