Secondhand Trash
Stop expecting me to be in love
Keep your feelings to yourself
Because it isn't over
You know it's never over

You used to be a pretty problem
Now you're just a pain in the ass
You were never classy
You were just secondhand trash

And I don't wanna clean up anymore
And I won't let you stain all the things I've made
This was never anymore than a chore
From the day we met to the last thing that you said
And all I see are your predictable habits and thе cigarettes and unwelcomе hands
And you're in her bed again

You were rough at best, a frazzled child
Made a fool of me again
Thinking that you would change
People never do change
You took the best parts of myself
And you turned them all against me
I could never see you clearly
I ignored all the dishonesty

And I don't wanna clean up anymore
And I won't let you stain all the things I've made
This was never anymore than a chore
From the day we met to the last thing that you said
And all I see are your predictable habits and the cigarettes and unwelcome hands
And you're in her bed again

I will be as mad at you as I want for as long as I want
I will owe nothing to you for as long as I want
I want nothing to do with you
Ever again