Why Her

Yeah,

I know you'll never leave me for her.

I know you flipping love me.

I know you love me more than a dime,

more than anything

in the world.

But why does it come to someone else?

Why does it come to someone else that you

pick them?

Why not me?

Why not me?

Why would you pick her but not me?

Why'd you pick her?

Why, why?

Answer me.

Why, why?

Answer me,

why did you pick her but not me?

Why did you pick her but not me?

I said, why?

I said why, why answer me?

I said why, why answer me?

Why did you pick her but not me?

Why did you hug her,

but not me?

Why did you hold the door for her?

I'm done with this stupid thing we've been doing.

I'm sick and tired of you hanging out with that blonde girl.

Why her,

not me?

Why her,

not me?

I get it,

I get it.

We're done, we're done,

we're done.

Don't bother calling me 'cause I'm done,

I'm done,

I'm done

with you.

I'm done

with you. I'm done. (ahhhh)