I kinda, kinda hate your guts As if you even had some Same goes for a backbone Ten thousand "fuck yourself"s are not enough I'll put Worst up for free To show everyone what the fuck is up And I've just gotten started (Okay!) You thought that you could quietly Ruin my life? Welcome to my— I should charge you rent For living underneath my skin I've called the cops, a priest At least I hope they'll— (Help me, uh oh) Give me back my life And give me, give me back my youth My fists will never be unclenched I hope they'll— (Help me, uh oh) I don't fucking like you At all No, I don't fucking like you At all, at all So if you wanna play the victim, play alone Because the last thing we have in common Is neither of us like you Feeling tired, uninspired I just want to believe Clean up, time to wake up (yay) How about a fucking label? Leaked our album three months early Yes, you fucking heard me I'm stressed right now Depressed right now I should know to take the pills Because I'm scared of how I react Like I'm the best storyteller in the room Sucks for you All I've got's the truth, a shovel Hoping that they bury you I should charge you rent For living underneath my skin I've called the cops, a priest At least I hope they'll— (Help me, uh oh) Give me back my life And give me, give me back my youth My fists will never be unclenched I hope they'll— (Help me, uh oh) I don't fucking like you At all No, I don't fucking like you At all, at all So if you wanna play the victim, play alone Because the last thing we have in common Is neither of us like you I should charge you rent For living underneath my skin I should charge you rent For living— (Help me, uh oh) Give me back my life And give me, give me back my youth My fists will never be unclenched I hope they'll— (Help me, uh oh) I don't fucking like you (I don't fucking like you) At all (All, all, all) No, I don't fucking like you (I don't fucking like you) At all, at all So if you wanna play the victim, play alone Because the last thing we have in common Is neither of us like you I should charge you rent For living underneath my skin I've called the cops, a priest At least I hope they'll— (Help me, uh oh) And the last thing I'll be saying I can't forget you everyday My fists will never be unclenched I hope they'll— (Help me, uh oh)