Lyrics

Three months, too long But it felt more like a year Manic, brainwashed All your friends thought I was weird I didn't fit the picture You love to talk, I hate to listen So in three months you moved on, yeah For a girl with a pretty face, better rack A stupid white-picket fence gonna keep you trapped But in the end, karma's gonna bite you back Hope you crash your car Hope you break her heart And she burns your house Hope you get so high That you lose your mind And the world around 'Cause maybe then you'll know what it feels like to see outside yoursеlf Wish that I could say, I could say that I wish you well But I wish you hell, hell Yeah, I wish you hell, hell Mixing Vicodin with whiskеy as you fuck her in the window That's the only way of getting off these days Saying my name in your pillow But you didn't know, I'm in front of your place Watching your life blowing up in your face Waiting with flowers and a can of propane Hope you crash your car Hope you break her heart And she burns your house Hope you get so high That you lose your mind And the world around 'Cause maybe then you'll know what it feels like to see outside yourself Wish that I could say, I could say that I wish you well But I wish you hell, hell Yeah, I wish you hell, hell (hell) I hope you walk in on your girlfriend with your dad (with your dad) Lose all your money in a 1-800 scam I hope our sex tape ends up on the internet (internet) So the whole world can pour a drink and have a laugh ('cause you're that bad) But I wish you hell, hell Yeah, I wish you hell, hell
Writer(s): Chelsea Ann Collins, Nicolas Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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