The orange you gave me
Is peeling and cracked
I haven't touched it
Since you stabbed my back

Now I hold the knife to your orange
I guess it's just out of luck
Like all the lies you told me
Now I don't give a fuck

I got wise on to you
Little bit by bit
Just like your orange
And I don't give a shit

I dropped it out the window
To see if it would fly
But alas the mistaken thing
Had to surely die