The Waitress Is Cuter Lyrics

song lyrics The Waitress Is Cuter Than You lyrics Valentine s dinners by candlelight Phony cards of another day to rub in the face of this lonely heart Hold these scars, I m looking for angels with quick wings A face to erase these memories Grab a pen, drip ink Push pen to paper, wavering thoughts of our lips sync Lips seething under breath and cherish tunes that I detest Rest my case, but constantly faced with the judgment Sittin by for ideas but she want everyday appealed subjects Grapple the gavel of strength just to slow the anger No stranger to angles, I mean it was a no brainer But how do I leave the centripetal forces there Pulling me into battle with their blind subliminal warfare I celebrate this day to celebrate self-marketed disgrace Boycott her master to leave her feelings displaced Fourteenth of February, she?s forever burried in my ribcage I don t want any chocolates, they remind me of how her lips taste I don t want no box of chocolates, and I don t want no empty pockets All that I have got to say (Whatchu got to say?) Fuck Valentine s Day I don t want no box of chocolates, and I don t want no empty pockets All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say) Fuck Valentine s Day Should ve skipped a day devoted to love She wanted more than the chocolates, the flowers, my heart they ain t enough Since the third grade I tossed the cards and wanted the candy You want more? Well fuck you Mandy! The second month fell on the fourteenth day Another ex-girlfriend, she got hell to pay Leaves me alone at this table for two Reservations at the Mack Shack, bitch I thought you knew! Did we not have something pure, something true Well here we go then, yo this is how I do My bad girl, I gotta listen to Ben, On the thirteenth break up with you, get back together again On the fifteenth I ll put it simply This holiday s worthless, don t try to tempt me Even if she s friendly, decline her gently Save your money my man and buy that Bentley I don t want no box of chocolates, and I don t want no empty pockets All I really have to say (Whatchu gotta say) Fuck Valentine s Day I don t want no box of chocolates, and I don t want no empty pockets All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say) Fuck Valentine s Day Table for two, plus one, waiter bring some napkins Cause when I shoot this bitch I didn t mean to, accidents happen Spill her blood on the floor, cause she s a river of red Grab her reflection and fucking break mirrors on her head I can t believe your nerve, goddamn you re actually sane I m done being nice, Mr. Nice took a vacation I mma chop out your heart, leave it in my truck packaged with tape You ruined this whole month, motherfuck Valentine s Day Emmi, Michelle, Kristen and Jen, all the Valentine s that I gotta regret Emmi loved herself and no one else Put a mirror up, and took my picture off the shelf Michelle, shit, she was dumber than dumb Her voice was more annoying then a blender that don t work Jen never deserved, any of my gifts And Kristen, she s the only one that I miss I don t want no box of chocolates, and I don t want no empty pockets All I really have to say (Whatchu gotta say) Fuck Valentine s Day I don t want no box of chocolates, and I don t want no empty pockets All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say) Fuck Valentine s Day song lyrics