Crooked

What’s it say about my ex-boyfriend if he takes his hoes to my favorite restaurant?

What’s it say about me if I hope they all choke on an empanada?

Back to Hell

never let him know
all the things i wish to let go...

like how i hope his heart falls off while he's defecting
or his tears burn his fat brown cheeks as he cries
no, i'll never tell him this is how i feel
because it's wrong
and i'd never wish the devil back to hell
because it's not my job to
and as frustrating as it may seem
as life-threatening almost
to watch him live, and hope, and dream
i know
he'll be taken care of
he'll get everything he gave to me
and all the other desperate lovers
one day

so, no, i don't have to say 
or do a damn thing 
to expedite his demise
i'll just wait,
be still,
and be nice