You remind me of
A version of myself
That never learned
To self reflect

Passive aggression is your route of choice
I think you like being mad
Oh you do, it’s kinda sick

So hold your breath
Take a sip of water
Count to ten
Think of your happy place

God, I hope you look back at this and laugh half as hard as I am now
It used to get to me
But I’m past that now

Tag yourself, we all know who that was about
I’d jump right in but 140 characters isn’t enough to say what I think
And I think we should all try to grow the fuck up
Say it to my face, I know it can be hard
After all I can relate, petty is my
Middle name
My middle name
I don’t like the taste of soap
But I learned to scrub my tongue
You ought to try it
But that’s not your style
Those words, you like the way they taste when they leave your mouth
How they won’t go bland
And they’ll get you why you what you want, every time
They’ll get you what you want