Songteksten

I know it's been a while since you've seen me I heard you're doing well now with your comedy I reminisce nostalgic bits of 90s hits We listened, do you miss it Have you thought of it since? So if you still think of me I'd love to meet for coffee If I could just see your face I'd look into your eyes and say I hate your jokes and don't think you're funny I hope you choke, go broke, lose your money Know that you were the worst 45 seconds I had in my life And I hope your conscious haunts you at night Fuck you and goodbye (fuck you) Fuck you and goodbye (fuck you) Fuck you and goodbye A couple therapists are now familiar A celebrity or just deluded grandeur And by the way, I caught up with your ex We shared regrets and most of them were sex (with you) So if you miss the old days I'd love to meet face to face I'd sit down at your table and scream if I was able I hate your jokes and don't think you're funny I hope you choke, go broke, lose your money Know that you were the worst 45 seconds I had in my life And I hope your conscious haunts you at night Fuck you and goodbye (fuck you) Fuck you and goodbye (fuck you) Fuck you and goodbye Thanks to you, gentle hands still resemble demands Loving lips on my mouth, feel like currency now Thanks to you, I fear kind Now I can't spend the night Fuck you and goodbye
Writer(s): Liam Quinn, Sharlee Curnow, Forrest Kline Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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