(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

It's kind of funny
Tired of 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 eating cheaper, I
I take it all back, gonna 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
I've gotten sick of hating you
Think I'd rather have the flu, poor you
I would rather swallow glue
Than be the fool that fell for you
Someone said it isn't true, like ew

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Ew