Hey, dig this name:

Seven degrees of overly tense

Hyper-distraught agony

Sound catchy? Sound true?

Well it should, because it describes

Every last inch of you

Your pension, your malice,

Your crestfallen king

I’m edging away, everyday

Trying to make you take back what you’ll say

If it’s love that you want

Then pain is all you’ll get

Avoid me, annoy me

A specter I’ll be

Watching you while you fall

Just as you watched me

I’ll break you down, keep you around

Until my salvation is found

I guess “bitch” comes in three flavors

And I’ve sampled them all

The heartbreaker, the liar,

And the one who sets me on fire

They’re all hypocrites and whores

With flickering forked-tongues

They kiss you, dismiss you

And find someone new

Is he better than me?

Does he please you at all?

Or because you’re insatiable

Your heart incapable

Of loving a beast

The one who bears his soul

You trick and you treat

Till I’m finally beat

Three words and eight letters

Mean the world to you

Yet “bullshit” sounds truer

And it’s not a letter fewer