[Verse 1]
I made a quilt out of the red flags
You waved in my face, and I let you off the hook
Now I'm out of second chances
You ate off my plate, can't get back all the things you took

[Pre-Chorus]
Now, I can't shake the thought of your
Tongue right inside of her mouth
Kissing every inch of her
I know what she said, but
How did it never cross your mind
That we were friends?
But now, but now, now, now

[Chorus]
Now you made one hell of a petty fucking enemy
And you may walk these streets, but you're so fucking dead to me
I hope you cry on your birthday 'cause no one showеd up
You meet all your heroes and they think you suck
Whеn you get what you deserve
I hope you think of me

[Verse 2]
When you move back to Miami 'cause you can't pay rent
You'll cry to your mom 'cause you used all your friends
You'll start a new band playing drums at a bar
'Cause without my name, no one cares who you are
[Pre-Chorus]
Now, I can't shake the thought of your
Tongue right inside of her mouth
Kissing every inch of her
I know what she said, but
How did it never cross your mind
That we were friends?
But now, but now, now, now

[Chorus]
Now you made one hell of a petty fucking enemy
And you may walk these streets, but you're so fucking dead to me
I hope you cry on your birthday 'cause no one showed up
You meet all your heroes and they think you suck
When you get what you deserve
I hope you think of me

[Interlude]
(Yeah!)

[Bridge]
Your fist, my face, you fell from grace
You make me wanna blow out my brains
I hope you have a real bad day
Your fist, my face, you fell from grace
You make me wanna blow out my brains
I hope you have a real bad day (You make me wanna blow out my brains)
Your fist, my face (I hope you have a real bad day)
You fell from grace (You make me wanna blow out my brains)
You make me wanna blow out my brains (You make me wanna blow out my brains, I hope you have a real bad day)
I hope you have a real bad day (You make me wanna, make me wanna, make me wanna blow out my brains)
Your fist, my face (I hope you have a real bad day)
You fell from grace (You make me wanna blow out my brains)
You make me wanna blow out my brains
I hope you have a real bad day
[Chorus]
Now you made one hell of a petty fucking enemy
And you may walk these streets, but you're so fucking dead to me
I hope you cry on your birthday 'cause no one showed up
You meet all your heroes and they think you suck
When you get what you deserve
I hope you think of me