Fuck You, Dude!

I start to hate your body, and then I start to hate your room And I start to hate your house, and your parents too I start to hate your body, and then I start to hate your room And I start to hate your house, and your parents too I hate everything that happened, how we split in two We used to be one, but now I'm me and you're just you No sense of fucking loyalty, no sense of telling the truth Don't call my fucking phone, cause I'll never answer you I thought we were friends, I guess I was the fool I used to work out to look like you, cause I thought you were so cool I knew that you were home the first time, you slimy little f*ck I bet you thought you could avoid me, just running on blind luck But I showed up to show you what was what To see what the hell I did, not to f*ck you up You're a fucking loser, cause you didn't answer the door I deserved an explanation, I never asked for more Were you afraid I'd kick your ass? Were you afraid I'd throw a punch? Well maybe I fucking should have, but your daddy would have broken it up Thirteen years down the drain, now what have we got Nothing but a bunch of missed calls and a movie that's still just a Google Doc It turned out you were Leo, and the whole time I was Chris Except I'm not a fucking creep, but you're still a total dick F*ck you, motherfucker. Have fun in your pile of shit With everybody around you, who can't stop sucking your dick F*ck the stupid high road, the whole bridge has gone out I'm just glad I left, before you can drag me down So f*ck you, dude F*ck your body, f*ck your room, f*ck your house, and f*ck your parents too I don't wanna be in your group Stuck there in your sad town, going to the movies in suits Not if you're just gonna leave me on a random Tuesday afternoon This didn't happen too soon, it happened too late I can't fucking believe that we were friends past the ninth grade You're a fucking fake, it's time to make a change Go out west, do something, get the f*ck out of Thunder Bay And of course I'm hurt, that's why I'm making this record It's not about me putting you on blast, it's about making me feel better Cause suddenly, one day, I just never fucking heard from you And I never found out why I guess I wasn't supposed to Who the f*ck does that to somebody you've known for that long Good one day we talk like it's fine, and the next fucking day you're just gone? F*ck you, dude I always took shit from you I was always the silver medal The butt of your joke, the player two Never again am I gonna be the punchline to your slam dunk And by the way, I wasn't in love with you, I was just drunk So f*ck you, dude F*ck the years I spent waiting on you F*ck your body, f*ck your room, f*ck your house and f*ck your parents too I had to leave I didn't have to leave you I had to leave I had, I had