The Last Song

I was young and trusting You had just turned 33 Looking for some validation to heal Your childhood trauma, hmm You told me I was special Then covered up my freckles Let you turn me into someone I hated Just so that you would love me, hmm You diluted all my talents like a watercolor palette I was spreadin' myself so thin for you Push the limits of my body, flyin' all over the country Just to be the one that you wanted me to But I swear to you This is the last song I'll write about you I've opened up every single old wound And all the shit that you put me through I couldn't make it make sense if I had to This is the last time I'll put it in words The way you gas lit all of my hurt I fell apart trying to make it work And I think it's time to let go if I have to You made me hate my body Like it didn't belong to me Every pound I gained became a ghost That haunts me still, hmm But I used to say, "I'd never hate you," never, "Wish we hadn't met" Back then, I thought that one day we'd be able to be friends again And I was wrong, obviously, I think that I secretly Wanted you to admit the hurt you'd done to me I was craving your permission to let me feel all my feelings Now I'm laughing at the irony I took the bait and let you break me, then expected you to save me Glue together every shattered piece For my sanity This is the last song I'll write about you Already tried but there's not enough room For all the shit that you put me through I couldn't make it make sense if I had to This is the last time I'll put it in rhymes How you abused so much of my time I'm clearin' out space in my mind I think it's time to let go if I have to This is the last song I'll write about you I've got some last shit to say about you This is the last song I'll write about you I've got some last shit to say about you You're a liar and a narcissist, master of manipulation Treat all of your friends like shit, such a fuckin' social climber Think you need a therapist, you've got way too many problems Sorry, I'm not sorry, but say "goodbye" to your reputation You're almost 40 now, pretend that you're 27 Granted, you'll work for free and then take all the credit Wiped out my memory, just like it never happened Even my parents think you're kind of a shitty person So, this is the last song I'll write about you I promise This is the last song I'll write about You