IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT I SAY, YOU PROBABLY SUCK.

A song written by myself in a room without a light bulb at four o’clock in the morning.  I call it “May Seventeenth” but I’m also considering “Choke On Your Own Intestines, For You Have No Heart To Swallow.”  That’s a joke.  But it is about a girl who gave me a reason to be happy and then yanked it away after bullshit about her being “so worried” I’d leave her.  Should have been a “fuck you” song but my feelings hadn’t come around yet.  Why do I always get chicks who hurt me?  I’ll tell you why.  ’Cause all women are crusaders of the heart. They ride on their high horses of good looks and cute feminine ways and eventually use that as their long sword with which they use to decapitate us poor foot soldier males when we attempt to come close.  But it’s okay I guess.  I mean, there’s always another girl.  And then after her there comes another song and another blog where I bitch about girls.  This cycle is worse than the menstrual cycle, I swear.