Well bitch, you were being mean
And clinging the whole time
I couldn’t move without sixty questions
Or spend more than a freaking dime

Mistakes? You said I made plenty
From my clothes to my hair to my room
And even the slightest screw-up on our date
Led straight to certain doom

You locked yourself up
Shut yourself up
Covered yourself up and said nothing
I pulled back
Looked back
And couldn’t tell if you were bluffing

Every time I took you seriously, you said it was a joke, dummy
Every time I shrugged it off, you pouted and said it wasn’t funny

You had intense feelings that damnit, you just had to share
I had intense feelings too, but, well… yours were already there
And sharing was out of the question, I guess, yours were better, more real, more right
But I tried and I tried and I pointed this out, but then you started the fight

I guess I’m really just trying to say
That I’m glad you’re gone and away
I’ll remember you always, but after this day
I won’t be keeping your flower bouquet.