Hilltopper

Can’t seem to erase you

I threw out all the records you’re on

Every week there’s another friend

Who doesn’t know how bad you got

In the heat of a moment

I threw them in the trash

I hope you felt a tingle or a psychic punch or scratch

Keep us in the news feed

Watch as things improve

I hope evil can see this

And you get what you deserve

Never relayed the message, how bad the drinking water got

I wish for you to suffer like I had wished that we would not

I left once, but I’ll stay now, if we promise that I can

I begged her to apologize for what was said inside the van

We can see you in the garden

With the snake under your hair

You don’t hold upon the water, there’s nothing under there

I hope evil can see this, and you get what you deserve

If the things you steal could save you

I would think you're doing well

But they never helped a little bit before

As far as I could tell

Don't forget the footnote some unpaid intern ghostwrote

In your unfinished memoir

About the time you held the world inside your hands

And left it at the bar