Take your shit out my house And you can keep that ugly painting that you bought I never liked realism anyway And I guess love comes and goes And some time to rearrange it I just hope the next time it comes around That I'll fucking hate it
You have little outbursts of sad And I know that you got that from your dad But right now, I don't have time for that You got 15 minutes 'til I call your cab And I never wanna see your face again
Oh man, ain't it sad? Kinda mad That the next time I see you you'll be out Holding hands with the girl that you claimed was just a friend And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me When you look me dead in the eye I'll just walk on by I'll just walk on by Just walk on by I'll just walk on Walk on I'll just walk on by
Standing in my living room And I've got better shit to do than to listen to you cry I mean, it's not like it's a pleasant sight, either It's half past 6 in the mornin' I'm bored and you're on the wrong side in the dorm The door and you said you got nowhere to go Well, you can start with the lift to the ground floor
You have little outbursts of sad, oh no And I know that you get that from your dad But right now, I don't have time for that You got 15 minutes 'til I call your cab And I never wanna see your face again
Oh man, ain't it sad? Kinda mad That the next time I see you, you'll be out Holding hands with the girl that you claimed was just a friend And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me When you look me dead in the eye I'll just walk on by I'll just walk on by I'll just walk on by I'll just walk on Walk on I'll just walk on by I'll just walk on Just walk on I'll just walk on by
Compositores: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, Will Brown