GFY

I don't wanna leave you, but I don't wanna fight
Second-guessing's second nature- you bark then I bite
I just wanna love you, but you came out of spite
And I'm so tired of saying sorry every time

Pack your bags, there's someone else
Ready, set, go fuck yourself

Tried to hide your demons in the places I can't find
Covered up your toxic traits with talks of paradise
Sick of writing love songs for those who always leave
And you say that you won't, but they all do eventually

I know that you're holy, you turn water into wine
But just because they worship you does not make you divine
Screw your monastery, no- there ain't no holy light
And aren't you tired of playing victim every time?

Screw your Heaven, give me Hell
Ready, set, go fuck yourself

Sick of playin' games when you won't even roll the dice
You're taking down my city, but I rebuild every time
I'm not property, so go ahead- pay the fine
And I don't buy cheap men with a designer price

You need to collect yourself
Do not pass, go fuck yourself



Credits
Writer(s): Alison Sloan
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