Your Internet Sucks

Hey
I know it's been nine months since we've spoken
It's not like I've been leaving the door open
But I'm sat here hopin' that you're awake

Hey
I know that it's 2 a.m. in London
Probably regret this in the morning
But I'm sending you this song anyways

There's a lot of things we never said
A lot of texts I never sent
And don't forget the times you'd text your ex
When we were still in bed
And, yeah, I'm gonna bring it up again

Hey
Please just let me get this off my chest
I don't think that I wish you the best
In fact, I wish you the worst
I hope when you think of me it hurts

And when you're playing Fortnite
I hope that your internet sucks

Hey
There's a girl in me that misses us
But I hope that she gets hit by a bus
And wakes up in bed with amnesia

'Cause there's a lot of things she never said
A lot of shit she should forget
Like all the times you said that you would call
But just left her on read
And, yeah, I'm gonna bring it up again

Please just let me get this off my chest
I don't think that I wish you the best
In fact, I wish you the worst
I hope when you think of me it hurts

And when you order take-out
I hope that it's cold when it shows up
And if you're drinking coffee
I hope you burn your lips on the cup

And when you're playing Fortnite
I hope that your internet sucks

Hey
Sorry if I'm comin' off too strong
Well, actually I'm not

Goddamn