I'm so sick of writing all these poems about you
There's only so much inspiration
Six months of heartbreak is going to give

I'll turn off my phone so I won't hear it when you never call
I'll lock up my doors so I won't see you when you don't come by
I'll open my eyes so I'll get to see you avoid my gaze

Can you fix everything that you've broken apart?
From the few who love you, to all the girls that hate you
From my friends who've missed me, for every time you kissed me

The cooling taste of half a pack of cigarettes on your breath
Indulging now 'cause your big bad girlfriend wouldn't let you
But now she's gone, she cries alone, how satisfying

So go on, drink your Jack, I hope you choke when you pass out
I hope the graveyard ghosts all haunt you, all their screams from underneath
I hope you crash and kill those girls that all wish they were me

You should have met me years before
I was so sad, I would have done anything
Anything just for you

But I grew up when I met you
Even more so when you kicked me to the curb
And you're still stuck, so now who's leaving who behind?

I promise you, 'cause I believe
You'll eat every single word you ever said to me
Before I'd fall asleep in your arms all those Friday afternoons

And there will be more, a hundred more
Boys that I'll be with in their beds and backseats
With every moan, I'll be oh-so grateful he's not you

So go on, mess around, I hope this time it's her who breaks your heart
I hope your friends all love you, as one by one they're dead
I hope you spend forever with my green eyes beaming in your head