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