How can you bring yourself
to communicate with me
after all these years of suffering?

You're dead to me.

Take your $$# back to Massachusetts

and southern California
because we don't want you anymore


God only knows what you want from me now
a phone call just to catch up?
this is the last song I will ever waste singing about you

you hate how every single one was all about it
but you got off to every single word that I said


Take your $$# back to Massachusetts
and southern California
because we don't want you anymore


Wasted youth and the songs sung about you make me realize what a fool I was
You bring back memories of wounded eyes and sleepless nights

You bring back the memories of hell