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 it, saying that I'm your everythingAnd I'm like, oh my God, just stopI'm not your mother, not your miss, not your late night 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 lilies, but you don't listen to it, IYou only get sentimental when it's for your benefitGod, you're so full of it, saying that I'm your everythingAnd I'm like, oh my God, just stopI'm not your mother, not your miss, not your late night 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 notYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeah