| There are too many things to say |
| Now that we don’t talk to another, to another |
| I don’t miss the way you pulled me down |
| I couldn’t get up, and I couldn’t get out |
| I couldn’t shake you, so I started to shout |
| I’m so done with you, I can’t even feel my fingers |
| I would rather die than live through this hell again |
| But I’d rather me than you |
| Two fuzzy Februarys have passed |
| But you’re still as clear as May or June or July, and I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t wanna die without love on my side |
| And I don’t wanna die without love on my side |
| I’m so done with you, I can’t even feel my fingers |
| I would rather die than live through this hell again |
| Who needs the temptation, if we fall, congratulations |
| I’m in need of a vacation in the sun |
| My nails grew short over the summer |
| But I took it out in writing songs no one could understand |
| And I don’t wanna die without love on my side |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I’m so done with you, I’m so done with you, I’m so done with you |