

Met in the summer,
left in the spring
Ego, temper, the chaotic thing
Six-foot-two? Nice try, the lie is a baseline France in the night,
but the truth is a snake-line Miss him when I'm low,
hate him when I'm high
Caught in the friction,
beneath the small-town sky
I wanna get him back,
I wanna see him burn Wanna make him feel the lesson that
I had to learn Sweet revenge or a kiss on the face?
I’m running in circles,
back to the start of the race Stitch up the heart,
then give it an uppercut The logic is broken,
the circuit is shut
Letters in the trash,
hitting "send" with a prayer
Disappointed friends, the heavy,
humid air "I am my father's daughter," I can fix the defect
But the truth is a mirror he’ll never reflect Key the car,
make him lunch, break the heart,
stitch it up
Tell his mom he sucks,
pour the poison in the cup
I want him back...
(but I want him gone).
I want him back...
(but he did me wrong).
I'm gonna get him so good,
he won't know what hit him.
Get him back, girl.
100% Tiguidou.
The pendulum finally stops where I say it stops.