Fuck You, Ms. Rochelle

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Fuck You, Ms. Rochelle

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He was preaching at the bus stop, he was drunk Drunk on mouthwash, talkin' shit He asked for a cigarette, I gave him a mint A lady asked, "Will the six be soon?" He asked her if she'd like to take a trip to the moon His sarcasm reeked of loneliness And I know I hated him Through the snow I could see a reflection Fragile is the hell we make for ourselves When we acknowledge that the spotlight's on He was getting more obnoxious and he wouldn't quit Even though our faces read "You're full of shit" And then she split for another stop He asked for a smoke again And he was pissed I said "no" He made a fist, so I pulled out my dick "Try smoking this" So familiar it was killing me So full of shit at only 15 Fragile is the hell we make for ourselves When we acknowledge that the spotlight's on He was me in high school A stereo-type, a well-trained tool But since then I've learned that all clowns aren't fools But if the me of then could see me now I'm sure he wouldn't listen up anyhow He'd say, "I knew you when you used to matter" But I've known him since he wasn't so easily flattered

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