"Good riddance” / "Come again"
Said the lonely me back then
“I like your face” / “Hate your guts"
Kiss goodbye, connect the dots
When the thrill has come to an end, I'll go
File me under lost
Search with your fingers uncrossed
This place reeks of me
So I'll burn the bedsheets blissfully
When the thrill has come to an end
Save yourself the trouble
You can count on me to split
I'll never clean my room
I'll just move when I get sick of it
Not a muse, just a drug
Sweep myself beneath the rug
"Clean your act” is what she wrote
Wrap your hands around my throat
When the thrill has come to an end
Save yourself the trouble
You can count on me to split
I'll never clean my room
I'll just move when I get sick of it