You know Fidget, my first girlfriend broke up with me on Thanksgiving.

Yes, yes, it's true. In fact, I've even written a song about it.

Here, listen.

The turkey is done.

The potatoes are mashed.

But you're not here.

And so my heart is thrash.

The cadetians, well they're ready to eat.

But the marshmallows on top of them, well they just aren't as sweet.

Since you walked out of the door

I just don't feel like giving thanks

No more so thanks for nothing please pass the stuffing

the TV is on in a living room. A broken heart would be my parade balloon.

And all I want to do is just sit here and write

and watch my tears fall down into my pumpkin pie.

My cranberry sauce heart has lost its can shape.

Dubed on Thanksgiving, well that's something I just can't take. So thanks for nothing.

Please pass the stuffing.

Thanksgiving. Nothing.

Thanksgiving holiday comes every year. But you are never coming back so to you my dear I say thanks for nothing

Please pass the stuffing. Thanks for nothing.

Please pass this coming.

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