What is life but a terminal trip
The frequent failure the sarcastic quip
Princess don't give me that lip
You just let your true feelings slip,

I find it oftentimes true
She says she cares and still leaves you
So what's the point of De Ja Vu?
Out walking alone on the avenue,

Don't you know I specialize uncategorically accessorize
Blatantly romanticize over women who leave me,

Often it seems that primarily
She wants to be yours then wants to be free
It only makes relationships a comedy
Tragic and forlorn you say so sadly,

We engineer our own fate
Forged with love, betrayal, and hate
It appears there's blood on my plate
I fear of being in this sentimental state,

Don't you know I specialize uncategorically accessorize
Blatantly romanticize over women who leave me,

The color of sunset I see it in your eyes
The pitfalls you overlook you're mesmerized
You'll leave a good man for a bad guy
You feast on a symphony of lies,

Love was supposed to be a gentle touch
Not the wounded doves that were hurt too much
Not the rolling waves of a mental crutch
Just another bloody beach secured as such,

Don't mind me I would hate to miss the bus
Just thinking in the past about us
Oh those broken hearts and all that fuss
You running off with a junkie named Russ,

Don't you know I specialize uncategorically accessorize
Blatantly romanticize over women who leave me.