Valentine's  dinners by candlelight   Phony cards of another day to rub in the face of this lonely heart  Hold these scars, I'm looking for angels with quick wings  A face to erase these memories  Grab a pen, drip ink  Push pen to paper, wavering thoughts of our lips sync  Lips seething under breath and cherish tunes that I detest  Rest my case, but constantly faced with the judgment  Sittin' by for ideas but she want everyday appealed subjects  Grapple the gavel of strength just to slow the anger  No stranger to angles, I mean it was a no brainer   But how do I leave the centripetal forces there  Pulling me into battle with their blind subliminal warfare  I celebrate this day to celebrate self-marketed disgrace  Boycott her master to leave her feelings displaced   Fourteenth of February, she’s forever burried in my ribcage  I don't want any chocolates, they remind me of how her lips taste     I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets  All that I have got to say (Whatchu got to say?)  Fuck Valentine's Day  I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets  All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say)  Fuck Valentine's Day     Should've skipped a day devoted to love   She wanted more than the chocolates, the flowers, my heart they ain't enough  Since the third grade I tossed the cards and wanted the candy  You want more? Well fuck you Mandy!  The second month fell on the fourteenth day  Another ex-girlfriend, she got hell to pay  Leaves me alone at this table for two  Reservations at the Mack Shack, bitch I thought you knew!  Did we not have something pure, something true  Well here we go then, yo this is how I do  My bad girl, I gotta listen to Ben,   On the thirteenth break up with you, get back together again  On the fifteenth I'll put it simply  This holiday's worthless, don't try to tempt me  Even if she's friendly, decline her gently  Save your money my man and buy that Bentley    I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets  All I really have to say (Whatchu gotta say)  Fuck Valentine's Day   I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets  All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say)  Fuck Valentine's Day     Table for two, plus one, waiter bring some napkins  Cause when I shoot this bitch I didn't mean to, accidents happen  Spill her blood on the floor, cause she's a river of red  Grab her reflection and fucking break mirrors on her head  I can't believe your nerve, goddamn you're actually sane  I'm done being nice, Mr. Nice took a vacation  I'mma chop out your heart, leave it in my truck packaged with tape  You ruined this whole month, motherfuck Valentine's Day    Emmi, Michelle, Kristen and Jen, all the Valentine's that I gotta regret  Emmi loved herself and no one else  Put a mirror up, and took my picture off the shelf  Michelle, shit, she was dumber than dumb  Her voice was more annoying then a blender that don't work  Jen never deserved, any of my gifts  And Kristen, she's the only one that I miss     I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets  All I really have to say (Whatchu gotta say)  Fuck Valentine's Day   I don't want no box of chocolates, and I don't want no empty pockets  All I really have to say (Whatchu say, whatchu say)  Fuck Valentine's Day    these lyrics are submitted by Casey-Joe