I think about this song like, three times a week.

When he flips the pizza over, that’s real sad.

If I was the girl Eman was singing about, I’d be like, “Yeah, I kissed another guy, but you don’t need to be disrespectful to the restaurant. We live in New York City, a homeless man saw you flip that pizza over. Don’t you think that was disrespectful to throw food on the concrete in front of a homeless person because I decided that I was over your broke ass? Your presents? They sucked. But what sucks more is that you felt the need to order pizza for four, a delicious looking pizza that was clearly meant for more than two people, and throw it on the ground. Just ‘cause we hate each other doesn’t mean I’m not hungry. Like, maybe we could have boxed it up and you could throw the waters on the ground. That’s disrespectful, but it’s not as serious. You know what? I made the right choice by fucking around behind your back because you’re a child. All that sensitivity you claim makes you some sort of superhero of a man? Please. You’re just a child. A rude, pizza-throwing child. Frankly? I’m glad that I don’t fuck with you ass no more. Thanks for the good times.”