| Dear Molly, I know that we’ve had our fun
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| Love the taste of you up on my tongue
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| But I’m thinkin' that we should be done
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| Been too many years of the same shit
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| You’ve almost driven me insane bitch
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| You’d whisper come give me a lick
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| And I’d come runnin' back, your dangerous
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| And you almost killed me in college remember that? |
| What the fuck were you
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| thinkin'
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| And you said that it wasn’t your fault, blamed it on all the liquor I was
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| drinkin'
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| But it was you! |
| And still I came back to you lustin' and callin' you baby
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| And your sister? |
| That’s my ex Stacy
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| And both of you bitches are crazy
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| But I’m grown now, so listen Molly what I’m tellin' you is for the best
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| Cause I’m a mess when I’m with you
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| So with the cells in my brain that you left behind we’re through
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| You’re dead to me
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| Even though you were my remedy
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| I thought that we really were meant to be
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| But now you’re only in my memories, so
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| I’m sorry Molly, I never meant to make you cry
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| Cause it’s been great just you and I, but this is goodbye
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| And this is us breakin' up, I’m signin' and sealin' this letter
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| Sincerely yours, XOXO Christian Webster
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| Rolled up twenties on the sink
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| Capsules poured into my drinks
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| It’s been fun but now I think
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| It’s time we move on, yeah
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| It’s time for me to go
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| Hey Christian, it’s Lindsey. |
| Why have I not seen you in so long?
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| Come see me tonight, I want you to fuck me over and over again like you do,
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| and we can stay up night and talk about how fucked up the world is,
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| and you can freestyle for me. |
| C’mon Christian, you know you want to.
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| Call me back as soon as you get this, mwah
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| Dear Lindsey, you were my very first love
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| When I really started doin' drugs
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| And we’ve been on and off, but the rush
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| That you would give me, was amazin'
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| Till it wasn’t, then I’m crazy
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| And I’m anxious, and I’m angry
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| And I lose sleep, cause you take me
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| Out to a place that I don’t wanna be anymore, at this point there’s just too
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| much history
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| It was my seventeenth birthday, that’s when you first took my virginity
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| And sooner than later I saw you on Fridays and saw you on Saturdays every week
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| Tried to break up with you numerous times but you’d always come back like I’m
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| pressin' repeat
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| Get the fuck outta my head bitch
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| Don’t call my phone up again bitch
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| Me and you ain’t even friends bitch
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| Now your nothin' but my ex bitch
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| You hookin' up with everybody at the afterparty bitch I know your repertoire
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| They all lay you down on the countertop, then they line you up with a debit card
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| Then you got em takin' out they money just like you was a stripper
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| And I was a pretty good tipper
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| But now you’ll be out of the picture, huh
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| Don’t bother with tryin' to call, I’ve sank my final 8 ball
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| Steppin' away from the pool table once and for all, yea
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| Rolled up twenties on the sink
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| Capsules poured into my drinks
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| It’s been fun but now I think
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| It’s time we move on, yeah
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| It’s time for me to go
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| Hey dude, what’s up? |
| I miss you. |
| Oh, it’s Xandra by the way. |
| Um. |
| Come cuddle.
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| I just got the new Call Of Duty. |
| And I got Oreos, your favorite.
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| Come be lazy with me. |
| Oh shit, my phones about to die, text me
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| Dear Xandra, you’re the chill one, way more than the rest of my ex chicks
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| We would sit around, play video games, and cuddle while watchin' some Netflix
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| On all of those lazy days
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| Whenever the sky was a shade of grey
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| You’d make me feel all these amazin' ways
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| And all of my problems would fade away
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| But then I’d snap back to reality and wanna lose it
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| Had a to do list and didn’t do shit
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| I was with you, don’t you know I got a schedule too bitch?
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| I got me a life and this dream that I’m chasin'
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| But you tellin' me that I need medication
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| The moves in my life you would keep me from makin'
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| This easy arrangement is slowin' me down and I’m losin' the moments I need to
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| embrace and
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| I’m pacin' I’m wastin' these minutes are fadin'
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| My motivation slowly slippin' away and
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| Procrastinatin' as we sittin' here layin'
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| And wake up confused again, at somethin' like 2 PM
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| And put off the shit that I’m supposed to do again, stuck here with you again
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| Cause I’ve been watchin' you ruin the lives of these people, so many others
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| you’ve dated
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| Some of em landed in rehab, some of em just didn’t make it
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| The doctor prescribin' your lovin' all over, but I’d rather be sober
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| Than wastin' my life with you, so take this letter as the closure, bitch
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| Rolled up twenties on the sink
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| Capsules poured into my drinks
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| It’s been fun but now I think
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| It’s time we move on, yeah
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| Goodbye, my chemical romance
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| It’s time for me to go |