Take your shit out my house
You can keep that ugly paintin' that you bought
I never liked realism anyway
And I guess love comes and goes and some time to rearrange it
I just hope the next time it comes around, I don't fucking hate it

You have little outbursts of sad
And I know that you got that from your dad
But right now I don't have time for that
You got fifteen minutes till I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again

Oh, man, ain't it sad? Kinda mad
That the next time I see you, you'll be out holding hands
With the girl that you claimed was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you looked me dead in the eye
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on

Standin' in my living room
I've got better shit to do than to listen to you cry
I mean, it's not like it's a pleasant sight either
It's half past six in the mornin' (and I'm bored)
You're on the wrong side of the door and (on the door and)
You said you got nowhere to go, well
You can start with a Lyft to the ground floor

You have little outbursts of sad, oh, no
And I know that you get that from your dad
But right now I don't have time for that
You got fifteen minutes till I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again

Oh, man, ain't it sad? Kinda mad
That the next time I see you, you'll be out holding hands
With the girl that you claimed was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you looked me dead in the eye
And I'll just walk on by
Yeah, I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by (I, ooh)
I'll just walk on, walk on
I'll just walk on by
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye