What's the point in being at this party right now?
You ain't got a clue that you let me down
And I'm spacing out while you talk about your job
And I don't care about the time you last got drunk in the city
Cuz you mold your stories, like how I was too busy
How I'm always missing
You're as good at wasting my time
And I can tell you go through people like shoes and lipsticks
Bail on your friends, lie and say it was traffic
I can't help but blame myself for not reading the fine print
I never heard a word since I left that night
You had no intention of being in my life
Is it my lack of patience, or is it your lack of time?
And I can tell you go through people like shoes and lipsticks
Bail on your friends, lie and say it was traffic
I can't help but blame myself for not reading the fine print
And I can't help but feel like something got lost in our system
Got away with too many terms and conditions
And what hurts is that you probably think I deserve it
I didn't expect for you to become like this
Now I can't look at you the same
You act like I was born yesterday
Ooo
The fine print
What hurts the most is that you probably think I deserve it
You probably think I deserve it