Three months, too long
But it felt more like a year
Manic, brainwashed
All your friends thought I was weird
I didn't fit the picture
You love to talk, I hate to listen
So in three months you moved on, yeah
For a girl with a pretty face, better rack
A stupid white-picket fence gonna keep you trapped
But in the end, karma's gonna bite you back
Hope you crash your car
Hope you break her heart
And she burns your house
Hope you get so high
That you lose your mind
And the world around
'Cause maybe then you'll know what it feels like to see outside yoursеlf
Wish that I could say, I could say that I wish you well
But I wish you hell, hell
Yeah, I wish you hell, hell
Mixing Vicodin with whiskеy as you fuck her in the window
That's the only way of getting off these days
Saying my name in your pillow
But you didn't know, I'm in front of your place
Watching your life blowing up in your face
Waiting with flowers and a can of propane
Hope you crash your car
Hope you break her heart
And she burns your house
Hope you get so high
That you lose your mind
And the world around
'Cause maybe then you'll know what it feels like to see outside yourself
Wish that I could say, I could say that I wish you well
But I wish you hell, hell
Yeah, I wish you hell, hell (hell)
I hope you walk in on your girlfriend with your dad (with your dad)
Lose all your money in a 1-800 scam
I hope our sex tape ends up on the internet (internet)
So the whole world can pour a drink and have a laugh ('cause you're that bad)
But I wish you hell, hell
Yeah, I wish you hell, hell