What For

I don't really love you
And it's only Monday
By Tuesday, I won't like you anymore
Well, I meant to tell you all of this last weekend
But I just thought to myself: What for?

Oh, I don't really love you as much as Fluffy
Fluffy is the girl that I love more
Well, I meant to tell you all of this on your birthday
But I just thought to myself: What for? What for? What for?

'Cause I need you now more than ever to understand
We will never, never, ever go to the fair

I don't really love you and it's only
Fuck, I don't know, Thursday?
By this time next week, I won't remember you anymore
Well, I meant to tell you all of this
But I forgot what I saved your number as
So I just thought to myself: What for? What for? What for?

'Cause I need you now more than ever to understand
I will never, I will never, ever be what you want

Oh, I don't really love you
And it's only Monday
But by Tuesday, I won't love you anymore
Well, I meant to tell you that I'm sorry
But I just thought to myself
I just thought to myself
I just thought to myself: What for?