And I caught you with blood on your hands talking shit about my band
Yeah I'm nothing more than just a poor excuse for you
It left a lasting impression
And now you think we stole him
To explain how he spends his time
I thought that you had changed because your hairs a little shorter
The words are tattooed on my tongue they taste bitter when I say them
Back stabbing all your friends cause your heart is getting colder
That's the type of shit I thought we left back in high school
Now
I've got a bad idea you know
I never let you down so low
And why you gotta be so cold
When you weren't there at all
You weren't there at all
(I've got a bad idea)
That's the type of shit I thought we left back in high school
Self proclaimed beauty queen
He thinks only with the lights out
Stop acting like you got it all
Cause we both now you don't
You're not affordable, excitable, winnable, likable a little less something like you
Like you
I thought that you had changed because your hairs a little shorter
If plain's the name of this game you know you're winning this round
Back stabbing all your friends cause your heart is getting colder
That's the type of shit I thought we left back
Now
I've got a bad idea you know
I never let you down so low
And why you gotta be so cold
When you weren't there at all
You weren't there at all
(I've got a bad idea)
That's the type of shit I thought we left back in high school
Now
I've got a bad idea and you know
I've never let you down so low
Why you gotta be so cold when you weren't there at all
Now I've got a bad idea
That's what you do to me
Never thought I let you down now why are you so cold
I've got a bad idea
That's the type of shit I thought we left back in high school
Caught you with blood on your hands
Talking shot about my band
That's the type of shit I thought we left back in highschool