Ripping up all the letters that you wrote
In all hopes I'm in a better mood (ah-ah)
All that for it to only a second ‘cause
I'm trapped by the thought of you
And all that you do (do)
And all that you did (did)
You know what you did
(All that you do)
(Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah)

Making me think about what I just said
How many girls have you had in your bed?
Do you tell them they’re all special?
God, I pray for your mental
But I find myself caught in the thought of the what ifs like

What we could have been
And the places we won’t ever walk
And the thought of you with somebody new
Put my stomach all in knots
(Ew, it smells like bitch)

I'm so sick!
Got me sick to my stomach
Hate the feeling when it hits my guts
Got me looking dumb
I'm so sick!
Of your shit and the stuff that comes with it
I hate the fact that I still miss you
Even after all that you did

So sick!
So sick, so sick of all your bullshit
So sick!
So sick, so sick don’t wanna do it
So sick!
So sick, so sick you know what you did
So sick!
So sick, so sick I’d do it again