The Last Song (Explicit)

The Last Song (Explicit) - Blü Eyes

Lyrics by：Katie Stump

Composed by：Katie Stump

Produced by：BLÜ EYES

I was young and trusting

You had just turned 33

Looking for some validation to heal

Your childhood trauma hmm

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 spreadin' myself so thin for you

Push the limits of my body flyin' 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 **** 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 gas lit 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

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

But 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 **** 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 clearin' out space in my mind

I think it's time to let go if I have to

This is the last song I'll write about you

I've got some last **** to say about you

This is the last song I'll write about you

I've got some last **** to say about you

You're a liar and a narcissist master of manipulation

Treat all of your friends like ****

Such a ******* 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 40 now pretend that you're 27

Granted you'll work for free and then take all the credit

Wiped out my memory just like it never happened

Even my parents think you're kind of a ****ty person

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

I promise

This is the last song I'll write about

You