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Last time I hit happy I was hitting on you In that funny way That teenagers do Sitting here drinking Well I am in my head Sipping and waiting to feel Real in this bed So shut your stupid instant reply That comes hours after my intrigue Passed on by I never would ask you to call me some soul But to feel a person not a burden That's all That's all Asshole Oh, that's all Last time I hit happy I was hitting you 'Cus I get shitty at everything That you do Sitting here waiting for you to Do something wrong So I can cut you off And silence my phone So shut your stupid instant reply That comes hours after my intrigue Passed on by I never would ask you to call me some soul But to feel a person not a burden Cheers So shut your stupid instant reply That comes hours after my intrigue Passed right on by I never would ask you to call me some soul But to feel a person not a burden That's all That's all Asshole That's all So shut your mouth 'Cus I've got you on Silent now