Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Hate me
Hate me
Hate

[Pre-Chorus]
It's not the thought that counts anymore
It's the many memories she threw out the door
It's the blurry photographs she threw on the floor
Again, again, again, again

[Chorus]
She was born in August, hiding what she thought of all this mess you made
See the foggy pieces, connect the receipts, just sent you fleeting in my messages girl
For what it's worth, the ones who know are gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone