You're tired of being sorry
But you know it was your fault
I am doing good alone
You didn't need to write a song
You say my songs are bout you
Guess you didn't read the tunes
All my exes did me wrong
You're just a scratch unto the wound
I've been through so much more
Before our second time
Not everythings about you
You didn't cause this pain of mine
But you wanted to heal me
In your own words that's why you loved me
You didn't ever wanna hang out
Or spend your time with me
I was your little experiment
Don't know why you thought that you were perfect
I could go on and on
But now I know you're insignificant
You hated anniversaries
You hated holding hands
Only thing you ever wanted
Was to say I was your man
You told our friends it was my fault
I never saw them again
I would give you the bird
But I know that you never cared
I know about the guy
You left me for a year ago
You ditched me on our hoco date
But went with someone else
Well
Didn't think I'd find the time
To write this song about you
On a list of people that did me wrong
You're like 22
Believe me. There's worse
I could go on and on
But you were no phenomenon
To the pain that I was holdin' on, nah
I wrote a song about
How you were way too perfect
But I was fifteen
Didn't know you'd treat me like shit
I do not wanna hear
All your possible excuses
You think the length's how much I care
Guess we'll head to the chorus
I do not know what else to say
But you sorta broke me
The last straw to the hay bale
But this burden was already heavy
You wanted to heal me
In your own words that's why you loved me
You didn't ever wanna hang out
Or spend your time with me
I was your little experiment
Don't know why you thought that you were perfect
I could go on and on
But now I know you're insignificant
You hated anniversaries
You hated holding hands
Only thing you ever wanted
Was to say I was your man
You told our friends it was my fault
I never saw them again
I would give you the bird
But I know that you never cared
I gave you all my time
But I guess I had zero luck
You think my songs are 'bout you
I don't think about you much
You know that I could show you up
And flex all of my fans
I would give the bird too
But I'll be the bigger man. Nah