I don’t feel comfortable talking to you,
your hairs in your face,
but that’s okay because I hate your face,
you had not style,
I hated ‘our song’,
Your bum looks big in skinny jeans,
please stop wearing skinny jeans,
your violent temper gets over the top,
Oh, there’s nothing sorer than a break-up song,
every time I see you I cringe,
I look back on it as a mistake,
I can thank you for the experience,
But you made no lasting impression,
my family despise you,
you’ve made yourself proud,
you had my best friends. Every. Single. One.
You think your a flirt,
your the gayest bloke I’ve ever known,
I still get asked about you,
Do I still wish we were going out?
I answer yes.
So I could break your heart.
And I’d stand on your chest at the same time,
slapping your face with wet fish,
no its not normal that you fancied other men.
You’re exactly what I hate.
Oh, there’s nothing sorer than a break-up song.