The plan was simple, the girl would be mine,
in front of me summer, endless days of time.
Started out with a hurdle, the marine,
but shortly he went off, his head shaved to gleam.
Very next day, Everquest boy showed up,
obvious sparks flew and I decided to give up.
This guy was smooth but just like me deep down inside,
so I took up his case and left my feelings to hide,
in the dark.
Our plan was for him to win the girl,
and vicariously I’d be the king of the world.
And for some time on, it seemed like success,
Everquest boy would replace the boy in a dress.
What great times we had, just the four of us friends,
if he had a chance on your point of view it depends.
Time went on, maybe too much in fact,
she went away, didn’t even have time to react,
she was gone.
For on whole week, Everquest boy felt alone,
until one day there was a ring at the phone.
It was the girl, he hung on every word that she said,
to his disbelief, she confessed a crush on pothead!
“What the fuck!?” went through his mind,
of all the living people, pothead was the worst kind!
Summer slowly passed, we all grew apart,
her confession had forever changed the shade of his heart,
for the worst.
Everquest boy was pissed, he felt like a toy,
the girl had used him, and now he was devoid of all joy.
Bitterness grew, in poor Everquest boy’s chest,
now more than ever, he shut himself up to play Everquest.
Then he got a driver’s license, oh my!
his melancholy feeling was saying bye bye.
Now he’s ok, never knew a better fella’,
though sometimes he's an ass, his name is Kris Keller,
Bitch Taxi.