Hubie

You and I we only travel in circles

And every fucking day, more and more hurtles

This kind of love gets people killed White trash violence becomes delayed guilt

I feel remorse up to the hilt Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk

I get so tired of this abhorrent behavior

I'll be you're useless savior Your grimy love affair

I think it's time to go

I think it's time to go

It's hard to not be a bore I know it's wrong to say this

And I've been warned before, but you pay my rent

And I'll be your fucking whore