now this will be the last bitter song it will be my last real bitter song about you from now on i ll write about flowers and butterflies chickens and kittens and shit from now on i ll try to look myself in the face from now on i ll try to find someone who knows i exist so i won t have to feel like i do when i write my bitter songs this is my last real bitter song about you i won t have to mention she was blonde and thin with a peanut for a brain and volleyballs for chest i won t have to mention that s always what happens when you leave him your key he ends up having sex in your apartment with miss non bitterness so this will be the last bitter song i m feeling cheerful already i d like to break his neck if i may but most i d like to cut off that hair and cut off that head and cut off those volleyballs and i hope her heart gets broken and i hope she turns bitter really really bitter like me