(Hey, I swear, it's actually over this time)
I'm sitting on the floor in your t-shirt and I'm going through pictures
You were cute, I was dumb, now I'm um, grabbing the scissors
And so I cut you out, both your eyes and mouth, I thought that I would cry a bit
It's my fault, my mistake, you were lame, I thought it'd be different
And it's kinda funny
That I'm sitting here playing the dummy
Got you thinking that I'm not up to something
Well, guess what
I hate thinking 'bout you
All your stupid tattoos and your daddy issues
I hate how you talk when you chew
While you're eating fast food, feeling sorry for you
You could drive to hell, I bet they'd lock the door
You're not even worth a single tear no more
Here's a little song about you
You're a wannabe, who? No one wants to be
Ew
I dye my hair black, it was cool for a second
I saw the red flags, didn't even question
When you said I gained weight, I looked in the mirror
I stopped eating cake, started living cheaper, I
I'd take it all back, un-take every picture
I hate thinking 'bout you
All your stupid tattoos and your daddy issues
I hate how you talk when you chew
While you're eating fast food, feeling sorry for you
You could drive to hell, I bet they'd lock the door
You're not even worth a single tear no more
Here's a little song about you
You're a wannabe, who? No one wants to be
Now I'm embarrassed that I dated you
Getting sick looking at you
Think I'd rather have the flu, poor you
I would rather swallow glue
Than be the fool that fell for you
Someone say it isn't true, like ew
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Ew
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