Little Goodie Two-Shoes

In the beginning, tender words spoken

Promises made and promises broken

For the past three decades, it's been the same

You’re the goodie two-shoes, and I’m just lame

The fact is, you’re very far from this trope

I’m sick of being treated like a dope

My calls to you go completely ignored

Or they’re disconnected when you’re not bored

I’ll admit I stumbled, and I fell hard

But you’ve written me off like the last card

No problem kicking me when I was down

Like a precious princess wearing her crown

Just who are you to pass judgment on me

The pretentious one you pretend to be

Teaching our daughter the same behavior

Preaching to all that God is your savior

Yet you’re far from practicing what you preach

All the while, you stifle my use of speech

Proudly wearing God upon your sleeve

Failure as a spouse is all you achieve

Whip and beat me for seven years of sin

And you're twenty-three, where do we begin

This is the second vow you chose to break

What makes you so damn Pius for God's sake

You’re not better than me; in truth, the worst

Any chance of happiness, I feel cursed

At least with a snake, you know it will strike

So go FUCK yourself as I drop the mic.