Sometimes shit talking gets a little 6th-grade-girl-back-of-the-notebook-emo-y.
This is one of those times.
Not sure what disturbs me more:
a). This was in a men's room.
b). It was written in lipstick.
c). It's at shitting level.
I think I have to go with C.
Somebody actually took time from "dropping the Cosby kids off at the pool"—see previous post—to turn out this bad Cure lyric? Really? Really? Come on.