Out of Touch

No I’m not perfect
But I could never say
Babe you’re just not worth it
As my daggers ricochet

I think about it, it’s funny
To you now I’m nobody
And you’re sure

I bet you talk shit because you’re insecure
I bet you hate me but I hate you more
But I’m not keeping score
The more I think about it you’re just way too much
You take what I say and you make it a crutch
You’re out of your mind and you’re out of touch

Go tell your friends that
I’m the one to blame
And go pretend
I’m just that chic you overcame

I think about it’s funny
Oh honey
You’re way too old to be so immature

I bet you talk shit because you’re insecure
I bet you hate me but I hate you more
But I’m not keeping score
The more I think about it you’re just way too much
You take what I say and you make it a crutch
You’re out of your mind and you’re out of touch

I, I
I wasted so much time on you
You can say that I’m out of line
You hate the truth, hate the signs
I, I
I wasted so much time on you
You can say that I’m out of line
You hate the truth, hate the signs

I think about it, it’s funny
Everything you took from me
Wanted more

I bet you talk shit because you’re insecure
I bet you hate me but I hate you more
But I’m not keeping score
The more I think about it you’re just way too much
You take what I say and you make it a crutch
You’re out of your mind and you’re out of touch