My hair was the wrong color
So I dyed it
And I felt much better

I wouldn't put up with it
So I left
And I took my horse
And the cookie dough

I couldn't stand it
And I told them so
And they didn't take me seriously
So I left
And I was happy

For a time 
You were all I dreamed of
But it was an illusion
And I thought I could fight it
But you wouldn't stand beside me
And so I sent you on your way

Do you see the pattern
I finally do 
I have a low tolerance for bullshit
And I won't put up with it
Not for five minutes
Not for forty years
And I don't trust any of you