Diction

Am I supposed to be impressed

With your ten letter words and fancy dress

Did you really think you could win me over then?

I’m protesting diction cause you’re just a dick

And there’s no better way to say that.

C’mon and call me immature cause I’m just waiting for it

My middle finger’s been saluting you since the day you made it

Everything you swore you would forward,

You dropped cause it wouldn’t forward you.

 

I’m justified, I’m calling you out

But I won’t call you by your old name

You’re barely recog, barely recognizable.

I can replace it with anything,

Cause I can’t tell you apart, I can’t tell you apart

From the gray faceless, nameless static productions

We laughed about, we laughed about,

When you still had a face to call your own.