My dear you see it’s clear to me that love is really blind
You live your life so unaware, I follow kissing your behind
Your back is turned, you’ll never learn the things I cannot say
I tried my best to spit them out but couldn’t find a way
‘cause I tried to write you love songs but I didn’t get that far
‘cause I’m pretty crap at singing and not much better at guitar
So I wrote this little number in the only way I know
By ripping off Bruce Springsteen songs (The River, Thunder Road)
And now it’s fair that I should let you know
That I love you and I care for you, you barely know my name
But I feel a strong connection girl, I hope you feel the same
I thought that love would never touch me, now you’ve left me feeling small
This Gatsby’s not so great after all
My dear I see unfortunately you didn’t like my news
The green light is receding now and all you’ve left’s me with the blues
But nobody can understand just what it is I see
They think that you’re a spiteful bitch for pinning stuff on me
Stuff like fucking up a friendship that you claimed was never there
Well I hate to contradict you but that really isn’t fair
‘cause I did my best to please you girl, yeah heaven knows I tried
But was your kindness all pretence to keep me occupied
Yeah when you smiled were you stone cold inside?
Well I love you, I still care for you but frankly I’m confused
‘cause you’ve been treating me like worse than dirt, I’m feeling quite bemused
But I’ll come back if you want me to just don’t ask me to crawl
This Gatsby’s not so great after all
I fell to the bottom you kicked me while I was down
But I hear from all the others you’re the kind of girl that gets around
There’s the impression your list of indiscretions goes on and on and on
Your general behaviour it makes me feel sick
Like when you cheated on your best friend by sucking on her boyfriend’s lips
As you kissed you didn’t give a shit, it goes on and on and on and on and on and on...
Well I loved you and I cared for you but now I see the truth
You’re a spoilt adolescent girl who’s burning up her youth
Well I think that you’re pathetic, yeah I hope that you regret it
But wait I’m not finished yet
Because my dear you see this land is free for me to bitch and moan
And tell the world in no uncertain terms I hope you die alone
You’re too proud to be my pride and joy, well please enjoy the fall
This Gatsby’s filled with hate and now it’s far too late
Well maybe you’re not so great after all