Shots

You can take the boy out of friend.

But you can't do that to a husband.

You can take out broke from broken.

And replace it with work cause we're not working.

You can take the sorry excuse line.

And shove it somewhere the sun don't shine.

You can take back all of your clothes.

After I burn them real quickly though.

At one point, I'd crawl to you for about a million miles.

And now I hate your guts, I promise, I'm not in denial.