if you knew it was going to be her all along
why lead me on? why get nasty with me over the phone?
what was the point of doing all that
if you were just gonna stab me in the back?
if you knew she was going to be the love of your life
why fill my head up with bullshit lies?
why would you do that to someone so innocent
especially after we've been intimate?
what's going on in your head, is anyone home?
how's it feel to be isolated and alone?
well my love i just want you to know
ima hit you with that cross bow
cause i hate you! if she's so great, why are you talking to me?
go be with that girl during the fucking week
and i’ll see you on the weekend
with your meat in your hand
and my brush in mine
how many breaths can we overlap this time?
and she doesn't know it yet, but you're planning an escape
right back to my bathroom floor as i fuck with your brain
and you remember those five surfsides i drank?
where we both forgot to think?
and if she was as smart as you think she is
or maybe she's as stupid as her name is
either way she's a stupid ass bitch
and so the hell are you
peek a fucking boo
what's going on in your head, is anyone home?
how's it feel to be isolated and alone?
well my love i just want you to know
ima hit you with that cross bow
cause i hate you! if she's so great, why are you talking to me?
go be with that girl during the fucking week
and i’ll see you on the weekend
with your meat in your hand
and my brush in mine
how many breaths can we overlap this time?
oh oh oh
you're so stupid
and alone
wasting my time
in my messages
when does it end?
maybe i lose myself in the process
but you're the one obsessed
with telling me all about your new girlfriend
like i said just for this week and
i’ll see you next weekend when you wanna
put your loving on me and
ow! owww! ow!
what's going on in your head, is anyone home?
how's it feel to be isolated and alone?
well my love i just want you to know
ima hit you with that cross bow
cause i hate you! if she's so great, why are you talking to me?
go be with that girl during the fucking week
and i’ll see you on the weekend
with your meat in your hand
and my brush in mine
how many breaths can we overlap this time?