Don't call me on my birthday
Don't send me shit that makes you think of me
I'd rather pretend that we never were
Than forget about what used to be
Puking out the window
Too much kava and amphetamines
And if I spill my guts
You were never enough
Too bad we had such good chemistry
So, f*ck you and your bad attitude
Your haircut sucks
And I hate your tattoos
If I open my mouth
Tell the world what you do
You tried to wreck my reputation
But baby you should work on you
Wouldn't kiss me at the party
Even though it was New Year's Eve
Said we got too close
You fell for a ghost
And blamed it on the Florida heat
Smoking out the window
While you're sleeping in the passenger seat
Too drunk to drive
We'd never make it alive
Just blood and guts on the concrete
So, f*ck you and your bad attitude
Your haircut sucks
And I hate your tattoos
If I open my mouth
Tell the world what you do
You tried to wreck my reputation
But baby you should work on you