You never do the right thing, but you always know exactly what to sayLike telling me you love me when I finally get the nerve to walk awayYou only get sentimental when it's for your benefitGod, you're so full of * saying that I'm your everythingAnd I'm like, oh my God, just stopI'm not your mother, not your bitch, not your * therapistNot your lover, not your friend, not some ex you'll touch againNot your future, not your life, not forever, not tonightDoes it make you sad, everything you lost?No, everything you had is everything I'm notSuch a classic, only buy me flowers when you mess up type of guyAnd all roses make me sad cause I like liliesBut you don't listen to it a lotYou only get sentimental when it's for your benefitGod, you're so full of * saying that I'm your everythingAnd I'm like, oh my God, just stopI'm not your mother, not your bitch, not your * therapistNot your lover, not your friend, not some ex you'll touch againNot your future, not your life, not forever, not tonightDoes it make you sad, everything you lost?No, everything you had is everything I'm notYeah, yeah, yeahEverything I'm notEverything I'm notIt doesn't make you sad, everything you lostNow everything you had is everything I'm not