I know how it goes
I've been here before
I broke my heart three times before age twenty-four
I'll be a mess
You'll act calm and collected
Then you'll finally call
I'll get awfully light-headed
But I won't pick up
So you'll pick off all of your nails
I'll wish I picked up
Then you'll fill a cup with mostly vodka and some ginger ale
And when your mom asks how I am, will you get agitated?
Smoke two packs of Marlboros?
Go off the rails?
Or will you roll your eyes and tell her that
That ship has sailed?

You're fucking disgusting
You're good for nothing
You told me you love me
You don't fucking love me
You think you're special
I think that you're mental
I hope there's no hot girls in hell
How could you do this?

You're mean and you're stupid
You're getting wasted
And I'm getting too thin
You should be crying
Painfully dying
I hope there's no hot girls in hell
I post a pic to get your attention
You don't react
I sink into depression
You clog my mind up
Completely take over
I miss the you that you were last October
And when I asked you to leave me alone
Didn't mean it
But you finally listened this time
How convenient
I'll keep waiting up for your next moment of weakness

You're fucking disgusting
You're good for nothing
You told me you love me
You don't fucking love me
You think you're special
You're not fucking special
I hope there's no hot girls in hell
How could you do this?
You're mean and you're stupid
You're getting wasted
And I'm getting too thin
You should be crying
Painfully dying
I hope there's no hot girls in hell
No hot girls in hell
No hot girls in hell