Amy

I loaned you my guitar for a whole entire year
But I never said that you could borrow my ex-boyfriend
Do you think I don’t have Internet and that I wouldn’t hear
That kind of cringey album that you made about him?
Do you want the other half of my sandwich
‘Cause I know how much you love my leftovers
You love my leftovers
There’s no way in hell you didn’t plan this
Did you use me closer?
You had to get closer
Amy, I know you hate me
Wish I could find a fuck to give
He didn’t love you
And so you blamed me
He wasn’t over me when you were under him
Yeah, yeah, yeah