June 29th

I know you're listening to this song down in your bedroom
And you'll replay it just to catch my every word
Well I can't say I feel too bad that I moved on and you stayed back
I'm gone but clearly I've become your fucking world

Bet you're so vain you think I wrote this song about you
I bet you're typing out your anger for some post
About how my status has now somehow destroyed you
And how you're always being followed by my ghost

I've always been the bigger person but I'm getting tired
Getting tired of all the drama and of covering up my scars
I'm never one to kill and tell, but I'm about to catch aflame
You fooled me once well shame on you, now you're stuck dealing with the pain

I'm praying to the God that we both don't believe in
That your therapist's familiar with my name
I find it funny that it's only when you hate me
That I see you bow your head and fucking pray

Now I don't mean to be rude, I hope I'm not out of pocket
But I bet you're impressing ladies with your 4.8 inch rocket
And do you still think of me when you smell weed at the beach?
With the memories of me you keep in your pocket

I've always been the bigger person but I'm getting tired
Getting tired of all the drama and of covering up my scars
I'm never one to kill and tell, but I'm about to catch aflame
You fooled me once well shame on you, now you're stuck dealing with the pain

Oh I know it breaks your heart when you hear me being praised
What I wouldn't give to see that look on your face
You say I got off scot-free because I let you down easy
But what you'll never see is how you've hurt yourself vilifying me

(Oh, I was rounding up on the 4.8, by the way)