Dirty piece of pie

What to do if I'm feeling blue?
If when I'm home
I just think of you.

What to do if you spoiled our place?
If ain't nothing I can do
to avoid her face.

What to do with this dirty room?
Where you fucked her
where you killed my bloom.

If only I could shout out loud
how asshole you were,
the pain is still there.

And let my feelings go,
let my anger explore
let you madness say goodbye
to that dirty piece of pie.