Dumpster Fire

Dumpster Fire

I hate when a dude can’t be bothered to move,

Got me feeling like a maid with nothing to prove.

Unpaid labor, yeah, that’s the role that you gave,

Call it what it is — I’m just a “slave,”

And not in a fun way, don’t twist what I’m saying,

I was breaking my back while you sat there decaying. 


Yeah man, I’m talking to you. Worthless slob that you are. Your new chick dumped you already? That didn’t go very far. 


She was smarter than me, yeah I’ll give her respect,

Didn’t waste her whole life before hitting eject.


Yeah, she was definitely wiser than me. She didn’t waste her whole life before she decided to flee. And run for her life, the opposite direction. Poor you, guess you won’t be getting any affection. 


I will though because I’ve still got it, you know. You’ll just stand there and do what you do. But I see my own reflection now and I don’t see you. 


Glad you ain’t dimming my light anymore. I know my own worth, kicked you down to the floor. You only thought you had me in a hold. But I do my own thing now, left you out in the cold. 


I saw what a piece of shit you became. Trying to play all righteous, giving me all the blame. But I’ll strike that match, see you go up in a flame. 


I watched you turn righteous, rewriting the frame,

Every sin you committed somehow wearing my name.


You think I’m a villain? A real bad bitch? Fuck your stupid ass, next time it’s gonna be you in the ditch. 


You say don’t call you, leave you well alone? Dude please, I haven’t even looked at my phone. If I did and saw your name, I’d block your ass too. Did you think I’d be crying, oh no, boo-hoo. 


I’m stronger and wiser and better than before. You’re a garbage pit, loser, I don’t give a shit anymore. 


Lift a finger? Here’s  one in the sky,

Middle finger raised, now you see who survived.

Stronger, wiser, built from the fall,

You belong in the trash—dumpster fire and all.



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