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 pa**ed
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