By Lost Trailers I've got these feelings of inadequacy cause you keep saying that he's better than me But would he write you a sad country song He might write you a love sonnet or a heartbreaking ribbonelle But what good would that do you in the fire pits of hell In my time of need, you were up and gone So fuck you, and the horse you rode in on You say he's short and handsome, with an alternative flair He's got a tattoo of Limp Bizkit, and Clorox in his hair But he can't play the guitar like me, or let that one blue note ring As an expression of the sadness in my soul Chorus These are sad days for me cause your new man has got me down And I can't help but think about you when I walk around this town I gave you my best and you took it all; I bought you rocks but you just built a wall And all that I have found is that there's no tearing them down Chorus Chorus So Fuck You.