What could I say? The other day you had me
Feeling so lame, I bet it made you happy.
My perfect comeback waits; I thought of it too late.
Later that day, the words to say came to me.
I couldn't waste the chance to make you angry.
The jerkstore called and said they're running out of you.
I had the line, I made some time to see you.
Your suit so fine and stupid tie can't save you.
I recite my perfect words, only to get burned.
What is this shit? How quick's your wit? And then
You had me beat, I taste defeat again.
Of course, right as I left, I know what I should've said.
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