I’ll count on it to get you going when I read and don’t respondnI can’t count the times I’ve spelled this out, but you kept on clinging onnThe guilt trips you sent me on, the bitchy threats by phone are gone. I’m through.nI’m getting even for every boy that ever loved a girl like younnAcross the bed you turn your headnLike I don’t know that you’re texting himnI bet you thought you’d get out without a word from mennI don’t want to be your boyfriendnLet’s set that straightnJust remember my friends come first andnTHAT WON’T CHANGEnEvery time you said I love you morenI hope you know this is a crime you’ll pay fornAnd when his tongue moves past your teethnThe only thing you’ll taste is me.nnYou bet I’m glad that I never bought the ringnBecause in the two week break where you didn’t want to marry menI saw your picture with ready lips and the cute little sign you made for himnSICK!nYou’re a horror movie come to lifenThe definition of what I can’t takenAnd I know you know I’m sick of saying thisnBut I’ll do it anywaynnIn case you ask again, I made it clearnFeel me up. Kiss me. Whisper in my earnYou were a ten but you’re nothing latelynYou still want me, but it’s over babynnI don’t want to be your boyfriendnLet’s set that straightnJust remember my friends come first andnTHAT WON’T CHANGEnEvery time you said I love you morenI hope you know this is a crime you’ll pay fornAnd when his tongue moves past your teethnThe only thing you’ll taste is me.