You're the fakest person that I know And I live in LA Your faker than all of the sounds I'd make every time I came Even faker than the smile You make when you hear my name Faker than your hair, your blonde girlfriend The pictures that you take You said that night that I'd figure it out Guess you were right 'cause I figured it out I guess your type is everybody else 'Cause you put me through hell Remember you said "Good luck, really," you said to me You didn't mean it But it's what I needed "Good luck, really", you said to me You didn't mean it But it's what I needed But it's what I needed (But it's what I needed) Said I should be working on myself You can't even hold a job All the shit you did You're lucky that I never told your mom Signed a record deal Faster than it took to write me off Said my music sucks Well I can't wait for you to hear this song You said that night that I'd figure it out Guess you were right 'cause I figured it out I guess your type is everybody else 'Cause you put me through hell Remember you said "Good luck, really", you said to me You didn't mean it But it's what I needed "Good luck, really", you said to me You didn't mean it But it's what I needed "Good luck, really", you said to me You didn't mean it But it's what I needed "Good luck, really", you said to me You didn't mean it But it's what I needed