Here is a list of things i wish to forget   Kissy Chrissie Christ on the cocaine coast of Maine   Naked in the street washing the pain away with rain   Love, i stole your wallet while you were in bed with him   So you paid for my hookers on my first fuck-fest binge   Sally, i took pictures from underneath the bleachers   And threw my cum at you when i needed attention   Boy, i stole your girl just to see what you'd be missing   And did everything i could in every last position   I would call you up while she went down on me   And listen to you cry in between screams of ecstasy