Ran into you, yet again, too soon for me
You pretended that we were friends
Don't forget, I found out you were getting around and
Then moved away to leave all your sins
Well, I hope you stay gone
I got your voicemail
No thanks, I won't return it
You want your things back?
I might've left ‘em burning
So, enjoy yourself. I hope you enjoy yourself
I don't miss the times, and I'm not too surprised
To see that you're looking pretty rough
It was so long ago, and your band was a joke
But I guess a lesson's something to love
Well, this wasn't awkward
I got your voicemail
No thanks, I won't return it
You want your things back?
I might've left ‘em burning
So, enjoy yourself. I hope you enjoy yourself
And on the drive home from Atlanta, swore I'd never look back
Hope you got just what you wanted, what you couldn't have
What you did is what you'll get