Signs That You're In Love With Roxy
v you were just served with a restraining order
v thinking seriously about breaking up with the other chicks you're banging
v you've stepped up the surveillance
v your rampant alcoholism
v you're naked and screaming on my front lawn
v that nervous, sinking feeling that your life is just about to change in a traumatic and permanent way
v you've recently undergone some form of lobotomy
v you're watching me walk out on you for the last time
v keep hearing those 3 little words, "Where's my gun?"
v you love watching me sleep, curled up with my Blackberry in one hand and an empty bottle of Jack in the other
v you just shined up the ol' Camaro, 'cus we's going bowling!
v you're willing to shoot a politician to show how much you care
v you're David Caruso
v the tequila hasn't worn off yet
v you're emotionally fragile and a poor judge of character
v you're getting paroled in a few months and need a place to crash
v you really likey in America stay!
v you've stopped paying strangers for sex, and yet it seems like you now pay so much more
v you spend up to 22 hours a day in the fetal position rocking back and forth mumbling, "Why God? Why?"
v you've carved my initials in your forearm
v Gary Busey has left you several threatening messages
v you actually find my blogs funny
v that dirty feeling, that just won't wash away
v I couldn't care less about you
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