Figured You Out.
Where the good times gone? He wondered that for the umpteenth that night, as he took a swig from the whiskey bottle. The speed he'd taken earlier was making him restless. With the bottle only half empty, he chunked it into the wall.
The bitch had walked out! She got him started on this shit, and then she walked out! Like it was his fault! She claimed she couldn't figure him out.
Figured You Out.
Well he'd figured her out. When she couldn't take the pressure, when she couldn't let him out do her, she'd up and left.
Well, Fuck it! He thought. He could still have fun with out her. He didn't need the blonde bitch in his life any more anyway!She wasn't going to bother him, EVER again.
Everything else in his life was going well, his training at the Farm was almost over. He was pushing to be the best and God damn it! He was going TO BE the BEST!
"And I
love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you
wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed
out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck
And now I
know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out."