I love nothing more than to think about you less
Cause I did nothing for you to go and do all the rest
When my skin's coming off, your skin's coming off
Rip it off all of me what's that?
Talk to me that way
When I try to tell you there's problems you say that I'm wrong
Now I'm fed up fuck that
I got it for you in a bad way
We're both human and I know
My animosity's probably getting served up right back
As long as you're okay
Should I wish for you to have problems
Or run along now with my silly old life?
I never had room for you anyway
(But either way)
I love nothing more than to think about you less
Cause I did nothing for you to go and do all the rest