I hope you go far, I hope you stay there
Nowhere near my heart
At the same time, I don't know why I care
Because clearly, you never did
And I don't even like Soho at night
I barely even listen to the songs you write
I see you on the internet, dressed up nice
But I swear you looked better wearing my love bites
I've been fucking somebody else out of spite
But I've thought about your body nearly every time
And that bitch you fucked is Butters
I hope that you recover
At first, it was a bummer
But you're everybody's lover
God, just look at the ground you've covered
You left me in the gutter
I want to see you suffer
And I don't even like Soho at night
I barely even listen to the songs you write
I see you on the internet, dressed up nice
But I swear you looked better wearing my love bites
I've been fucking somebody else out of spite
But I've thought about your body nearly every time
No, I don't even like Soho at all
And how do we say nothing every time we talk?
They told me "be yourself" it was the worst advice
I've got shit I want to tell you, but the chat's archived
I've been fucking somebody else out of spite
But I've thought about your body nearly every time
Hope you go far; hope you stay there
Hands off my heart; you never cared
Don't call me up, don't say my name
Don't talk about me
The joke's on me, I played it cool
You knew I'd be the April fool
Go fuck yourself! I hate your guts
I think I love you
Where did you go? I'm still here in Soho;
I'm dancing alone
I went back to that place where you hid the cocaine
Now the bars are all empty, but I'm so awake
And I'm thinking of you
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
And I don't even like Soho at night
I barely even listen to the songs you write
I see you on the internet, dressed up nice
But I swear you looked better wearing my love bites
I've been fucking somebody else out of spite
But I've thought about your body nearly every time
Hope you go far, hope you stay there
Hands off my heart, you never cared
Don't call me up, don't say my name
Don't talk about me
The joke's on me, I played it cool
You knew I'd be the April fool
Go fuck yourself! I hate your guts
I think I love you
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