I wish I had something new to tell you..
I wish I could say anything at all.
To make you go away (please don't leave me.)
I know I [bad word] it up and I'll keep [bad word] up
It's easier to [bad word] it up than to break my balls by keeping up...
The same old [bad word] served up brand new
Spastic fits just like a glove.
Here's another rhyme for you
Love Song for the Unloved.
Broken-hearted misery
Set to a 4/4 beat.
Dance away to my failed passions.
I can only drag my feet.
And when it rains, it pours like molten lead.
Aw [bad word]  it [bad word] downmy aching,
Throbbing head.
I'm bitter and I'm burned and
I ain't feeling too good.
But I'll get by or didn't you [bad word] think I could?
I suppose I could say I'm sorry
Or tell you that I adore you
Even more than anyone
I ever adored, anyone before.
I could clutch at straws,
I could find a clause,
Or I could say goodnight...
I'll tell you anything I
Think you want to hear.
Too little, way too late.
I think we've made that pretty clear.
So I'll sing my sad sack tale
To the stupid and sublime.
They may not like it, but [bad word] 
It's my [bad word] dime.