(Wound)
(Salt in the wound)
(Wound)
I think I'm falling in hate with you (Oh-ah)
The way you talk, way you breathe
Can you stop please, just for a day or two?
I'm getting tired of being the bigger person
I just can't get away from you (Mm)
On the internet, I even got you muted
Honey, I even pray for you (Uh)
Like "Holy Father, give 'em what they're deserving" (Mm)
Yeah, baby, you're so fucking lucky, I
I been keeping my mouth shut
I'm getting tired of always playing nice
Instead of sleeping at night, I fantasize
One day, I'll wake up and I'll choose violence
Knife to your back, and I'm gonna like it
A Sunday afternoon, I'll pull a you on you
Show up unannounced, like "Surprise, bitch, how are you?"
Think it cuts deep, well, I could cut deeper
Think that I'm mean, well, I could be meaner
Think it hurts now, baby, aw, that's cute
Wait 'till I pour salt in the wound
God forbid I don't keep the peace
Say out loud what everyone's been thinking
Knowing it could be the death of me
You heard it here first, do you know you're the worst?
'Cause honestly, the second we met, you should have been dead to me (Mm)
Yeah, baby, you're so fucking lucky, I
I been keeping my mouth shut
I'm getting tired of always playing nice
Instead of sleeping at night, I fantasize
One day, I'll wake up and I'll choose violence (Choose violence)
Knife to your back, and I'm gonna like it (Gonna like it)
A Sunday afternoon, I'll pull a you on you
Show up unannounced, pour some nair in your shampoo
Think it cuts deep, well, I could cut deeper
Think that I'm mean, well, I could be meaner
Think it hurts now, baby, aw, that's cute
Wait 'till I pour salt in the wound
Wound, salt in the wound
Wound, salt in the wound
Wound, that's cute
Wait 'till I pour salt in the wound
Yeah, I hope you lose service and run out of gas
I hope you lose your friends that you never had
And I hope when you're alone, and you're drunk and sad
You'll realize you're the problem, could you handle that?
And I hate you all the way to the moon and back
I hate you in my head, do you hate me back?
I wish you all the worst, and wish you all the bad
I made a call to hell, yeah, you better get packed
One day, I'll wake up and I'll choose violence
Knife to your back, and I'm gonna like it
A Sunday afternoon, I'll pull a you on you
Show up unannounced, like "Surprise, bitch, how are you?"
Think it cuts deep, well, I could cut deeper
Think that I'm mean, well, I could be meaner
Think it hurts now, baby, aw, that's cute
Wait 'till I pour salt in the wound
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