Years ago, when everything between us was lovely and beautiful,
you promised to take me to Spain one day.
it was one of many many other promises you made.
a promise you repeated last year.
2013 came and went
i gave you an ultimatum
i told you, in 2014, i’m going to Barcelona, with or without you
to which you derisively replied
well, i guess joke’s on you.
cuz i’m Barcelona bound, baby!
and you can kiss my behind, all from thousands of miles up in the air, in my first-class seats!