Oh look, we're here again
Why doesn't this surprise me?
I've caught you in one of your own lies again
And frankly, I'm sick of it.
I will no longer just pretend it never happened
I refuse to always wonder if you're lying when you talk to me
I'm sick of all this, and I'm sick of you
So pack up your things
I'll show you the door, call you a cab
Get out of my life, I don't need you anymore.
