EW کے بول

(Hey, I swear, it's actually over this time) I'm sitting on the floor in your t-shirt and I'm going through pictures You were cute, I was dumb, now I'm, um, grabbing the scissors And so I cut you out, both your eyes and mouth I thought that I would cry a bit It's my fault, my mistake, you were lame, I thought it'd be different It's kind of funny Tired of sitting here playing the dummy Got you thinking that I'm not up to something Well, guess what I hate thinking 'bout you All your stupid tattoos and your daddy issues I hate how you talk when you chew While you're eating fast food, feeling sorry for you You could drive to hell, I bet they'd lock the door You're not even worth a single tear no more Here's a little song about you You're a wannabe, who? No one wants to be— Ew I dye my hair black, it was cool for a second I saw the red flags, didn't even question When you said I gained weight, I looked in the mirror I stopped eating cake, started eating cheaper, I I take it all back, gonna take every picture I hate thinking 'bout you All your stupid tattoos and your daddy issues I hate how you talk when you chew While you're eating fast food, feeling sorry for you You could drive to hell, I bet they'd lock the door You're not even worth a single tear no more Here's a little song about you You're a wannabe, who? No one wants to be Now I'm embarrassed that I dated you I've gotten sick of hating you Think I'd rather have the flu, poor you I would rather swallow glue Than be the fool that fell for you Someone said it isn't true, like ew Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Ew