Makeshift Suitcase
Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 4:16 am
You gotta choose your battles
Pick the proper time and place
You're so self centered and shallow
Right now, I can't have you in my face.
You can't handle the drama it creates,
I'm gonna put together a makeshift suitcase.
I don't want the drama you create,
I'm bouncing out with my makeshift suitcase...
"Will the storm calm down today?" she asked,
With a glare from her eyes that burnt through my back.
I know she was just pushing buttons to get me heated,
I ignored her, walked into the living room and retreated,
She followed me to keep it up and I didn't need it,
So I turned and said to her, "Hey love, I'm leaving.
I'm gonna stay at a friend's until all of this ends,
Cause you don't want to work it out and I don't want to pretend."
As I went to pack, she grabbed my arm and pulled back,
Like getting physical was really the proper way to act.
She tried to hold me there, to hold me down,
So I started yelling like I was yelling at the whole town.
That pushed her over the edge, now she wanted a fight,
I grabbed my makeshift suitcase and told her goodnight.
She grabbed me again, to keep me from leaving,
And I could hear her whisper "Hit me" in between the heavy breathing.
"Hit me, you pussy," she cried, I just closed my eyes, started my walk,
Cause I was too drunk to drive and she was too drunk to talk.
I stepped outside, and turned to see if she followed,
Sent her a text, "Love you and I'll be back tomorrow."
Called up the Homie, and couldn't hold back the tears,
"Can you pick me up, then we can pick up a few beers?
I've had a fucked night, we just had a dumb fight,
What was it about? I can't even remember right.
And right now, in this moment,
my problem with the bottle is that I don't own it."
We talked the next day but didn't come to a conclusion
Except she shouldn't drink cause she tends to act stupid.
But now that I've got my mind right,
Regret becomes a factor.
Looking back in hindsight,
I probably should have smacked her...
Pick the proper time and place
You're so self centered and shallow
Right now, I can't have you in my face.
You can't handle the drama it creates,
I'm gonna put together a makeshift suitcase.
I don't want the drama you create,
I'm bouncing out with my makeshift suitcase...
"Will the storm calm down today?" she asked,
With a glare from her eyes that burnt through my back.
I know she was just pushing buttons to get me heated,
I ignored her, walked into the living room and retreated,
She followed me to keep it up and I didn't need it,
So I turned and said to her, "Hey love, I'm leaving.
I'm gonna stay at a friend's until all of this ends,
Cause you don't want to work it out and I don't want to pretend."
As I went to pack, she grabbed my arm and pulled back,
Like getting physical was really the proper way to act.
She tried to hold me there, to hold me down,
So I started yelling like I was yelling at the whole town.
That pushed her over the edge, now she wanted a fight,
I grabbed my makeshift suitcase and told her goodnight.
She grabbed me again, to keep me from leaving,
And I could hear her whisper "Hit me" in between the heavy breathing.
"Hit me, you pussy," she cried, I just closed my eyes, started my walk,
Cause I was too drunk to drive and she was too drunk to talk.
I stepped outside, and turned to see if she followed,
Sent her a text, "Love you and I'll be back tomorrow."
Called up the Homie, and couldn't hold back the tears,
"Can you pick me up, then we can pick up a few beers?
I've had a fucked night, we just had a dumb fight,
What was it about? I can't even remember right.
And right now, in this moment,
my problem with the bottle is that I don't own it."
We talked the next day but didn't come to a conclusion
Except she shouldn't drink cause she tends to act stupid.
But now that I've got my mind right,
Regret becomes a factor.
Looking back in hindsight,
I probably should have smacked her...