| What’d you think I would do? |
| End up breaking your heart? |
| Oh what a sick excuse for the way that you are |
| And I don’t wanna lie |
| And I don’t need a ride |
| I won’t be your fucking alibi |
| I thought I told you |
| Don’t come by here no more |
| I wish our anniversary |
| Didn’t hurt for me anymore |
| You got a way |
| I’m making use of all this space |
| What’d you think I would do? |
| End up breaking your heart? |
| Oh what a sick excuse for the way that you are |
| And I don’t wanna lie |
| And I don’t need a ride |
| I won’t be your fucking alibi |
| What’d you think I would do? |
| End up breaking your heart? |
| Oh what a sick excuse for the way that you are |
| And I don’t wanna lie |
| And I don’t need a ride |
| I won’t be your fucking alibi |
| I thought I told you |
| You can’t trust me no more |
| You’re begging me to keep my mouth shut |
| I’m thinking how could I anymore |
| You got a way |
| Of taking truth to your grave |
| What’d you think I would do? |
| End up breaking your heart? |
| Oh what a sick excuse for the way that you are |
| And I don’t wanna lie |
| And I don’t need a ride |
| I won’t be your fucking alibi |
| I won’t be, I won’t be your alibi |
| I won’t be, I won’t be your alibi |
| I won’t be your fucking alibi |