fuck-film knockoff.

i think that what we had,
what you said we were,
was nothing but a little lie,
just a drunken vodka slur.

everything you swore was true
everything we’d ever said
was just a fuck-film knockoff,
and like our love, is dead.

you’re such a prick,
a fucking prick.
you’re a little liar
with a pretty big dick.

“c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby,
c’mon, let’s fuck.
we’ll call it making love
and i’ll try my good luck.
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby,
c’mon, let’s fight.
let’s make you cry again.
god, you’re such a sorry sight.”

everything you swore was true
everything we’d ever said
was just a fuck-film knockoff,
and like our love, is dead.

the porno of our love
didn’t even have a script
or a plot, a fuck-film knockoff,
starring a little shit named Nick.

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.
iloatheyouiloatheyouiloatheyou.

everything you swore was true
everything we’d ever said
was just a fuck-film knockoff,
and like our love, is dead.

everything you swore was true
everything we’d ever said
was just a fuck-film knockoff,
and like our love, is dead.

fuck-film knockoff.
knocked up?
never got off.
watching a film
while fucking me.
were you moaning at Paul Dano?
oh, i see…