Too Good At Goodbyes

You must think that I'm stupid
You must think that I'm a fool
You must think that I'm new to this
But I have seen this all before

But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true

I'm way too good at goodbyes
(I'm way too good at goodbyes)
No way that you'll see me cry
I'm way too good at goodbyes

No
No, no, no, no, no (I'm way too good at goodbyes)
No, no, no, no, no (I'm way too good at goodbyes)
No way that you'll see me cry
I'm way too good at goodbyes