The Fuck You Song I Wish I’d Written

So you wanna know me now?
How I’ve been?
You can’t help someone recover
After what you did
So tell me

Am I looking better?
Have you forgot whatever it was
That you couldn’t stand about me,
about me, about me?

Because
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!

You wanna know me now?
How I’ve been
You can’t help someone recover
After all that you did
So tell me

Am I looking better?
Or have you forgot whatever it was
That you couldn’t stand about me, about me, about me?

Because
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!

Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!

On and on and on and on and on and on – has no-one said?

Stay away
Stay away
I’m better, better
Yes!

I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got…

‘Yes’
Copyright Bernard Butler / David McAlmont 1995

9 Replies to “The Fuck You Song I Wish I’d Written”

  1. Love it. β€œI feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!” Is such a wicked line. In the 90s I thought it was an okay pop song, now I have some life behind me, I can see its genius. πŸ‘

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  2. This applies so much to some of my family πŸ˜†. I’m still dealing with the aftermath of stuff that they did and how they acted with disdain towards me, and at least one of them (my brother) wants to get back in touch, was stalking me even by following me on youtube and commenting on here etc. Doesn’t want to be ‘in the same category’ as my parents, lol. Another of them (my dad) acts like nothing happened (as usual), in the brief communication that I’ve had to have. There’s something seriously wrong with them πŸ˜†. Like how can you just pick and choose the times that you ‘care’? Lol.

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      1. πŸ˜†. It’s like it’s just dawning on them that they’re not gunna see me for years, by the time I’m able to reach a stable situation and have enough therapy. Yet it goes deeper even than thatβ€” they literally cut me free from the family from my perspective. πŸ€·β€β™‚οΈπŸ€¦β€β™‚οΈ. Pretty perverse! Fuck em all! Lol.

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