My Song of the Day (Spare me the Details)  

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The last one reminds me a lot of Self-Esteem, actually. Except the guy still has issues with the situation, still has things unclear and unsaid about his relationship.

But it's usually the one I think of when an idiot tries to friend me on Facebook, first thinking I'm a girl (and usually opening conversation with a combination of "wanna fck?", "SEX FUN CAM" or "hey hun, gorgeous pictures [what pictures??], wanna hook up or chat on webcam??????" that make me lose all hope in humanity everytime), and then usually asking blank point questions about G. and I.
The weirdest ones being:


  • Where are ou from?


    Why do you fkcing care??? You want to out us out right away, that would make your coward feel better for believe in something you don't??
    Or am I just missing something??


  • Are you getting some?


    What do you think, numbnuts?


  • Do you have pictures of her?
    Did I say I was her pimp or something, or you just want to believe in the cliche? Yes, I go aroung giving private shots of my girlfriend to perfect strangers, and carry around her professional portfolio for your pleasure and risk her anonymity.


  • I'm sure she likes that when another guy fucks her and when she comes home still thinking of him.


    Well, maybe, and I don't really care. If she enjoyed it, it's her own mind, she's free to drift away and think about whatever she wants. I'm sure you're looking at girls on the street too, aren't you?



So when I see these, I always have that "spare me the details, if you don't mind" line ringing in my head. Cause yes, I write about it, and I'm fine with her seeing other people professionally and personally, but it doesn't mean I want a live feed of the encounter.

Without the part about "my dumb donut" "acting like ho". She's one, I get it, that doesn't make her cheating on me, and I don't call her "my dumb donut" (weird, btw...). The situation in the song is quite different.

But still. It just crosses my mind.


My girlfriend, my dumb donut
Went up to a party just the other night
But three hours later and seven shots of Yager
She was in the bedroom with another guy

And I don't really wanna know
So don't tell me anymore
And I don't really wanna hear
About her feet all up in the air

And well I'm not the one who acted like a ho
Why must I be the one who has to know?
I'm not the one who messed up big time
So spare me the details if you don't mind

Now I can understand friends who wanna tell me
They think they're gonna help me open up my eyes
But the play by play makes me wanna lose it
Everytime you do it, man, it turns the knife

And I don't really wanna know
So don't tell me anymore
And I don't really wanna hear
About her feet all up in the air

And well I'm not the one who acted like a ho
Why must I be the one who has to know?
I'm not the one who messed up big time
So spare me the details if you don't mind

Now I don't need to hear about the sounds they were makin'
And I don't need to hear about how long it was takin'
Or how the walls they were shakin'

Now lying in bed wallowing in sorrow
Missin' the tomorrow that we could of had
Running through my head, over and over
Things I never told her now just made me sad

And it drives me insane sittin with a vision
stuck with that image burned into my brain
And it feels so dumb that I could ever trust her
When someone else fucked her, then walked away

And I don't really wanna know
So don't tell me anymore
And I don't really wanna hear
About her feet all up in the air

And so I'm not the one who acted like a ho
Why must I be the one who has to know?
I'm not the one who messed up big time
So spare me the details if you don't mind

Cuz I don't wanna know
Don't wanna know
(Spare me the details if you don't mind)
Don't wanna know
(Spare me the details if you don't mind)
Don't wanna know...




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