Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense.
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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Go die in a ditch if you're a b*tch, if you're a jerk, go to work, if you're just mean, flee the scene, and if you're rude, go ahead and intrude because you're probably just like me.