So I stay six feet away from you at all times, until you don't know who I am, and I match, your movements match, each little toe tap, stand off to the side, reflecting You in silence. You wanna play games change your number, burn your outfit. Who should I say (?) when you lose your grip. Kill your attitude, girl. You know I'm mad at you still, and I know you're mad at me. When your batteries, when your batteries die, don't come in time. It's been a year since you were here while I hope you had fun. With your arms across your chest and I write you letters right, but you don't read Them. You throw them in the garbage. You wanna play games, scrap the doormat and leave a landmine. Who should I say (?) when you lose your mind. Kill your attitude, girl. You know I'm mad at you still and I know you're mad at me. When your batteries and your batteries drain don't be a pain. You wanna play games. Kill your attitude, girl. You know I'm mad at you still, and I know you're mad at me. And your batteries and your batteries and your batteries drain don't be a pain.