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