I never really cared about Christmas or your birthday
Finding out your friends still hate me
Cause I'm stuck in my old ways
I never want to see you again
Then you call on my birthday
And said you were sorry for that one day in August
It was Sunday, you weren't sorry then
I don't know if we can get back
All the love that I thought we had
Cause I don't want to hear about your new boyfriend
You met just last week 'cause I never really cared about who you let inside your sheets
So I write this song, some sing alongs and try to get some sleep
And maybe next year this world will revolve around anyone but me
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