DeadLetterPerfect Lyrics

I can't move on, what have I done?

I let you get the best of me

I can't move on, what have you done?

You let the worst of you slip out

Can't do anything about it now Can't do anything about it now

Can't do anything about it now

Can't do anything about it now

Our little rendezvous won't do for me anymore

Just so you can get your dick wet and I lie there with regret

While she's at home thinking you're still a loyal boy

You're all at home, playing with your little toys

You had me believing I was your one and only

But you're just a sick cunt and I hope you're lonely

I hope that she fucks your best friend back in your hometown The one that you told me you worried about

And I hope you're still worried about now

Your contentment just won't do for me anymore

I want you to know what you did wasn't right And I want you to suffer a bit more

I don't wanna stay up late anticipating when

You'll hit me up saying that you want a quick fuck

Emotionally it is tiring, tiring Emotionally it is tiring, tiring

(Tiring, tiring)