"He
better not send me pigeons. They'll fly around and attack me!"
"We'll kill the
pigeons and then send them to you."
"That might be scarier than sending me live pigeons. They'd just sit there in their
deadness and be all like, 'yo, I'm a dead pigeon, and
your dad sent me to you to scare you. It's working!'"
I'm
done.
Done with you liking her,
and then looking at me like I'm the
most beautiful girl on the planet.
Done with you ditching me for her,
when she doesn't even want to talk to
you.
Done with you dancing with her,
when I'm the one you look at when you
sing of love.
Done with holding onto you,
when there is someone who would gladly
hold me.