Lovesick Catullus, you ass, man up,
And what looks lost cut loose as lost.
Your good old days dancing gold
Back and forth—Come here, she said—You came—
We loved that girl like nobody.
There—like that—between breath and laugh,
What you wanted and she didn’t stop—
Sure, you had some good old days.
Now she don’t want what you can’t give up.
Don’t chase what runs, don’t sink in funk,
But get your mind right, punk. Man up.
Adios, babe! Now Catullus hangs tough:
He won’t look for you, he won’t call.
Poor girl, nobody ringing your phone…
Bitch. What you got to live for now?
Who’s gonna text you? Read your updates?
Be loved by you? Say you’re his babe?
Who you gonna kiss? Whose lips bite?
Now, Catullus, resolved—hang tight.