(One, two, three)
I wasn't gonna say this but it seems to be the last
Thing I hold against you and I wanna make it past
Hating every guy who plays guitar with curly hair
I'm a grown-ass woman, why the fuck am I so scared?
Like your words cut me like razors from your teeth and
Your words fucked me so bad I'm still sorry that
I'm not your type (Oh-oh, oh)
Three years gone by, did I forget to mention
Almost your wife (Oh-oh, oh)
You run and hide if it's not fuckin' perfect
Go and tell me that you hated every minute that you took my clothes off and I let you inside
Stupid boy, you take that shit down to your grave
'Cause your words hurt more than pain
If you need advice, next time just lie, mhm
I hope your parents hear this so they see just who you are
'Cause I kept my mouth shut and I played my stupid part
But you don't get to say that "Oh it just, didn't work out"
While I'm crying on the floor, contemplating getting out and
Your words cut me like razors from your teeth
Your words fucked me so bad I'm still sorry that
I'm not your type (Oh-oh, oh)
Three years gone by, did I forget to mention
Almost your wife (Oh-oh, oh)
You run and hide if it's not fuckin' perfect
Go and tell me that you hated every minute
That you took my clothes off and I let you inside
Stupid boy, you take that shit down to your grave
'Cause your words hurt more than pain
If you need advice, next time just lie
Next time just lie
And you came out the good guy while I had to play pretend
That we're better off as exes, I'm okay with being friends
But I hate your fucking guts, flew halfway around the world
Looked at rings in Italy, oh God we were so good
But you don't do that shit, if you don't really mean it
Then you turn around and tell me that you didn't feel it, ooh, ooh
Next time just lie
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