P.S.

My roommates had that party, we were kicking it Pulled my chair up real close to that British chick Listened to her giggle on about Brexit You showed up to my work and brought me breakfast Met my friends and they didn’t know your name But I’m sure they noticed that you weren’t rocking a Coach bag You said it’s cool, you just wanted my company Then I said, nah, you ain’t the one for me Trekked out to some dive on a frozen night To watch me sing my songs 'bout other girls at a open mic Allergic to your cat but there was always Benadryl Never picked some up, you neither, now I never will But I still see your car like every day, electric blue Stops my heart but it turns out that it’s never you The only one triggered by the phone every time it buzz Hard to believe that for a time it was Me that Hurt you bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad Bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad Bad, bad, bad Bad, bad These days I couldn’t hurt you with neglect if I wanted to Despite what I did, I never did, I promise you Say that, but then again, I called you Said I was gonna shoot myself and it was all you Saw you at the gym and you didn’t even acknowledge me So I waited by your car to recite some half-assed apology If I really meant it I’d have just walked away Was nothing new, but still felt like I gotta say Sorry ‘cause I know I Hurt you bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad Bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad I hurt you bad, bad, bad Hurt you bad, bad, bad Bad, bad, bad Bad, bad