I'm Losing Track of All the Days

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It's obvious to see that I'm smiling and laughing uncontrollably.
Guess what?
It's over you, asshole.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Don't make me laugh.

I seriously can't stop.

I can't see you getting along in life.

Look at you, with your job and steady income.
You couldn't cut it.
She left you.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Asshole.
Don't be so kind to yourself.
Go the fuck home.
Nobody wants you here, dickhead.

You won't get anywhere in life.
Go back to your suburbia, Jesus.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

I'm glad to see that she sees you the same as I.
For once.

For once. She didn't shred one tear.
Because Whatsername doesn't care anymore.
You're gone in her mind, asshole!
You're dirt!
You've become what you hate!
Grit your teeth. Go ahead.
I'll still be laughing all the way.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

What's that?
She's the best you ever had?
But you can get along?
Aw! Look who's grown up!
Just a memory you say?
Nice fucking tattoo then.

Stop being so fucking poetic and walk away.

You're too young and healthy looking.
Leave town before it leaves you.
Don't you dare insult me.
Keep running.
Just go.
Now.

-- St. Jimmy