Was any of it true? Gazing at me starry-eyed
In your Jehovah's Witness suit Who the fuck was that guy?
You tried to buy some pills From a friend of friends of mine
They just ghosted you Now you know what it feels like
* And I don't even want you back, I just want to know
If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal
And I don't miss what we had, but could someone give
A message to the smallest man who ever lived?
You hung me on your wall Stabbed me with your push pins
In public, showed me off Then sank in stoned oblivion
'Cause once your queen had come You'd treat her like an also-ran
You didn't measure up In any measure of a man
( * )
Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?
Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?
Were you writin' a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?
In fifty years, will all this be declassified?
And you'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance"
'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden