And I caught you with blood on your hands talking shit about my band Yeah I'm nothing more than just a poor excuse for you It left a lasting impression And now you think we stole him To explain how he spends his time I thought that you had changed because your hairs a little shorter The words are tattooed on my tongue they taste bitter when I say them Back stabbing all your friends cause your heart is getting colder That's the type of shit I thought we left back in high school Now I've got a bad idea you know I never let you down so low And why you gotta be so cold When you weren't there at all You weren't there at all (I've got a bad idea) That's the type of shit I thought we left back in high school Self proclaimed beauty queen He thinks only with the lights out Stop acting like you got it all Cause we both now you don't You're not affordable, excitable, winnable, likable a little less something like you Like you I thought that you had changed because your hairs a little shorter If plain's the name of this game you know you're winning this round Back stabbing all your friends cause your heart is getting colder That's the type of shit I thought we left back Now I've got a bad idea you know I never let you down so low And why you gotta be so cold When you weren't there at all You weren't there at all (I've got a bad idea) That's the type of shit I thought we left back in high school Now I've got a bad idea and you know I've never let you down so low Why you gotta be so cold when you weren't there at all Now I've got a bad idea That's what you do to me Never thought I let you down now why are you so cold I've got a bad idea That's the type of shit I thought we left back in high school Caught you with blood on your hands Talking shot about my band That's the type of shit I thought we left back in highschool