You're calling me baby then kissing her

Saying I'm crazy and you're the one that's hurting

How could it be flirting?

You're making me cry, Dior blush dripping down

I've learned to let them fall without making a sound

When you're still around

So we'll talk on the phone for years and get nowhere but shed some tears

Then you'll tell me you hate my guts then cry for me and we'll make up

But I won't try to overexplain

I know you won't listen anyways

I wish I could write a letter to myself

Five years ago when you put me through Hell

I'd say it's been four summers since I've loved you

And now all you have is more shitty tattoos

You'd stay out late miss my calls on purpose

I'm skipping meals, what I know to make it hurt less

This will never make it hurt less

I'm crying at parties, you lock the bathroom door

Chasing out after me, then push me to the floor

Apologies with no remorse

You've found some girl and say it's love

Then why are you calling when you're drunk?

You'll say you've changed and prove me wrong

It'll take four years to write this song

But I won't try to overexplain

I know you won't listen anyways

I wish I could write a letter to myself

Five years ago when you put me through Hell

I'd say it's been four summers since I've loved you

And now all you have is more, all you have is more, all you have is more shitty tattoos