How can you bring yourself
To communicate with me
After all these years of suffering?
You're dead to me.
Take your ass back to Massachusetts
And southern California
Because we don't want you anymore
God only knows what you want from me now
A phone call just to catch up?
This is the last song I will ever waste singing about you
You hate how every single one was all about it
But you got off to every single word that I said
Take your ass back to Massachusetts
And southern California
Because we don't want you anymore
Wasted youth and the songs sung about you make me realize what a fool I was
You bring back memories of wounded eyes and sleepless nights
You bring back the memories of hell

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