Don't put this note by your face on the pillow
Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the s** tools
I pray you always need them
I know what you have done
I know what you have done
Throwing advice like grenades at the table
You're spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a f**ing heart love
I know what you have done
I know what you have done
I've got your number
I've got your number
I've got your number
You've got my number