I was young and trusting
You had just turned thirty-three
Looking for some validation
To heal your childhood trauma, hm
You told me I was special
Then covered up my freckles
Let you turn me into someone I hated
Just so that you would love me, hmm

You diluted all my talents
Like a watercolor palette
I was spreading myself so thin for you
Pushed the limits of my body
Flying all over the country
Just to be the one that you wanted me to
But I swear to you

This is the last song I'll write about you
I've opened up every single old wound
And all the shit that you put me through
I couldn't make it make sense if I had to
This is the last time I'll put it in words
The way you gaslit all of my hurt
I fell apart trying to make it work
And I think it's time to let go if I have to
(This is the last song I'll write about)

You made me hate my body
Like it didn't belong to me
Every pound I gained became a ghost
that haunts me still, hmm
And I used to say I'd never hate you
Never wish we hadn't met
Back then I thought that one day we'd
Be able to be friends again
And I was wrong obviously
I think that I secretly
Wanted you to admit the hurt you'd done to me

I was craving your permission
To let me feel all my feelings
Now I'm laughing at the irony
I took the bait and let you break me
Then expected you to save me
Glue together every shattered piece
For my sanity

This is the last song I'll write about you
Already tried but there's not enough room
For all the shit that you put me through
I couldn't make it make sense if I had to
This is the last time I'll put it in rhymes
How you abused so much of my time
I'm clearing out space in my mind
And I think it's time to let go if I have to

If this is the last song I'll write about you
I got some last shit to say about you
If this is the last song I'll write about you
I got some last shit to say about you

You're a liar and a narcissist, master of manipulation
Treat all of your friends like shit
such a fucking social climber
Think you need a therapist, you've got way too many problems
Sorry I'm not sorry but say goodbye to your reputation
You're almost forty now, say that you're twenty-seven
Made people work for free
and then take all the credit
Wiped all our memories
just like it never happened
Even my parents think, you're kind of a shitty person

So this is the last song I'll write about you
I promise
This is the last song I'll write about you