The self-help book implored me
My best friends all had warned me
Even your mom said you were nuts
You wear a red cape and a pitchfork
Where'd you hide my banjo strings?
I'll be over you by lunchtime
Let's always remember the good times
Like when you were out of town
At least that's what my best friend's brother said
You know, you're right, we should always stay in touch
This is your new email address, right? cheatinpsychodishthrowinho.nut