Two men pursued her who she liked:
One was nice; the other a jerk.
She asked me, then, for my advice:
I said, “The latter’s bad for you”

And so, she thanked me and she left.
She broke up with the nicer one;
Was with the jerk, until she found out
He was cheating on her

She called me up in tears, and asked:
How could he run around on me?
I said “He treated you like crap;
Almost as bad as you treat yourself”

There was silence, then she said,
“I counted on you for support.”
The phone clicked and she went away;
A place that she’s been since

It’s kind of like a hangover:
You knew that it would happen, but
You drank way too much anyway,
And blame me for
The pain