Call it "tough love," but I think you're mean
I don't think it's funny how you talk to me
If I told your mother I don't think she'd be happy
Her little boy's been naughty
Where you think you're going? I'm not done yet here
Every time I talk you start to disappear
Yeah, I'd rather be doing anything else
But I won't have you leave thinking I don't respect myself
Who gave you the right to be a little bitch
Everything you say is screaming "narcissist"
I've tried to be an empathetic person
But the gloves have come off, and I wish you the worst, man
I want to go home
Before I commit a crime
Oh, would you stop it, would you
Let me keep my mind