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