Don't Think Of Me

I don't understand why you needed to lie to me. Of all things you had to do. This is FUCKING ridiculous. You obviously don't even care do you? You don't care that I do and you probably don't even give a fuck about us. I'm sorry I was too bloody ignorant to see it. If this isn't clue enough then I don't know what is. Why couldn't you just fucking come out and say it huh? Why fuck, why! Is this some big joke to you? Fuck this shit. God know why I still care so much about you and this whole situation. I feel like a blooming idiot. I read the emails already ok? I KNOW. So quit lying to me already. I don't care if you read this. I don't care if you think I've violated your privacy because you totally religquished that the minute you gave me your password. I broke nothing. Not even trust because clearly, there was none to begin with. If you think that you feel the need to defend yourself or whatever, hit the gmail account. I have a massive bone to pick with you Jed. And I'd hate for it to be in a public blog for the world to see. Or better yet, for you and whoever the fuck it is you're seeing. I don't know what you think you're trying to prove because all you've shown me is what a huge asshole you are. And as far as I'm concerned, I want my tarot deck back.

So you're with her, and not with me, I hope she's sweet, and so pretty
I hear she cooks delightfully, a little angel beside you
So you're with her, and not with me, oh how lucky one man can be
I hear your house is small and clean, oh how lovely with your home coming queen
Oh how lovely it must be

When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me
When she lays in your warm arms, don't think of me

So you're with her, and not with me, I know she spreads sweet honey
In fact your best friend, I heard he spent last night with her
Now how do you feel
Now how do you feel

When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me
When she lays in your warm arms, don't think of me
And it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me
Oh it's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me

Does it bother you now all the mess I made
Does it bother you now the clothes you told me not to wear
Does it bother you now all the angry games we played
Does it bother you now when I'm not there

When you see her sweet smile baby, don't think of me
When she lays in your warm arms, don't think of me
And It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me
Oh it's too late, oh it's too bad, don't think of me

Don't Think Of Me, Dido