| When was the last time you talked to me? | 
| Seriously, I feel like I don’t even know you | 
| And I would rather me leave | 
| Than stay and watch you make a fool of me | 
| You might as well leave | 
| You might as well let me know, now | 
| You might as well go, go, go | 
| I never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore | 
| 'Cause it’s a breakdown, the breakdown | 
| Where do we go from here? | 
| It’s a breakdown, the breakdown | 
| Whoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh | 
| Looking at me lying | 
| If I said I wasn’t getting quite bored of you yet | 
| And your consistent nagging and your constant state of panic | 
| Is unnecessary stress for me | 
| You’re the tip, tip, tip-top of the charts | 
| You’re the best thing I’ve ever done | 
| And the reality is that I wrote this song for you | 
| You might as well leave | 
| You might as well let me know, now | 
| You might as well go, go, go | 
| I never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore | 
| 'Cause it’s a breakdown, the breakdown | 
| Where do we go from here? | 
| It’s a breakdown, the breakdown | 
| Whoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh | 
| When the wood floors meet high heels | 
| And shadows form from the chandeliers | 
| When the wood floors meet high heels | 
| And shadows form from the chandeliers | 
| You might as well leave | 
| You might as well let me know, now | 
| You might as well go, go, go | 
| I never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore | 
| 'Cause it’s a breakdown, the breakdown | 
| Where do we go from here? | 
| It’s a breakdown, the breakdown | 
| Whoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh |