Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My ear to the door, you got his name on your breath

My blood on the floor, I got your knife in my chest

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me depressed

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me depressed

Oh, I got some things on my chest

While you play dumb and lay your body on his

It's the same old situation, got you stuck in my head

It plays like carbon copy reruns of you fucking my friends

And it goes on and on, it goes on and on

On and on, it goes on and on

My ear to the door, you got his name on your breath

My blood on the floor, I got your knife in my chest

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me depressed

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me depressed

Look at him, think of me while you go down

Tried to block out the noise, but you're so loud

Do you walk how you talk when you're down on your knees?

I can still smell the taste when you're talking to me

On and on, it goes on and on

On and on, it goes on and on

My ear to the door, you got his name on your breath

My blood on the floor, I got your knife in my chest

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me depressed

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me depressed

I've been here before, how did I do this again?

I thought we were more, too bad you couldn't care less

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me depressed

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me depressed

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah