Direct Hit! Through The Windshield Holding Hands
His girlfriend's at wit's end, but they want to try
again
He's tried to ask how do they make some breakup mutual
It's not like they could write a note then climb on a
bike,
Ride into the wide blue and forget what they've been
through
She's a bitch and he's a dick
She makes him sick, he makes her frantic
So faking like they'll ride into the sunset's not
romantic
So what should they do?
Could they just shut up?
They've withstood barbs, lances, sharp glances
Still go to shrinks, not dances
It's not my fault that I think suicide's a far cry from
useless
Confucius would say "fuck this," chalk deuces
She thinks their relationship could use an injection of
commitment
So how 'bout brains on pavement?
Permanent's an understatement
So how do I go through this shit?
No, I'm not used to fights, bashes, wounds, gashes
Heartbreak, attacks, rematches
Not to say I'm OK
I've shown my share of contained enragement
Adjacent to their tear-filled complacence
I think they should take some time to be apart,
reflect, rewind
But that's no option when they both say that they're
fine
f..ck this, I'm not taking it
This song's devoted to commitment
We're sick of all the whining, no one cares, no one can
stand it
An automatic rifle in their mouth's the best
prescription
We're all so glad we've come to such an eloquent
decision
So thank you, your undue attention's helped me see who
I care for:
Myself more than them
Just try to ignore my portents
Important life lessons aren't absorbent, like towels or
bowels
I'm too drunk to form vowels
