Read the lyrics below:
You had your own Pete Wentz and Patrick combined,
Writing you songs and singing them all like,
Every single day.
Tour brings that special pain.
So fuck yourself
And fuck your feelings
I believe but not in you
and me, so
So fuck yourself
And fuck your feelings
I believe but not in you
and me, so
I’d unfuck you if I could.
I’d unlove you like I should have
Months before I did,
In the months before I split.
It’s turbulent,
It’s turbulent.
I’d unfuck you if I could.
I’d unlove you like I should have
Months before I did,
In the months before I split.
It’s turbulent,
It’s turbulent.
You had your own Awsten Knight, (hi)
He texted back fast and he made you laugh,
Yeah, yeah,
You must be out of your mind,
Well, I know you are.
Let’s see, where to start?
How about the messages that you still send
Even though I blocked your number
And I never fucking answer.
My anxiety was turbulent and permanent,
You gave me hell on Earth
And said to “work with it.”
So fuck yourself
And fuck your feelings
I believe but not in you
and me, so
So fuck yourself
And fuck your feelings
I believe but not in you
and me, so
I’d unfuck you if I could.
I’d unlove you like I should have
Months before I did,
In the months before I split.
It’s turbulent,
It’s turbulent.
I’d unfuck you if I could.
I’d unlove you like I should have
Months before I did,
In the months before I split.
It’s turbulent,
It’s turbulent.
You had a taste of the life,
But you grew complacent
And my sanity laced itself
Up in the back of your mind.
And that’s where you left me
To die.