[Hook]
I don’t wanna be the guy who fucking holds your hand
I’m not attending to the party that you have planned
I’m not fucking with you, lately you’ve been off my brain, ooh, whoa oh oh
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I won’t answer to your phone calls, do you understand?
‘Cause I’m always moving forward, never turning back
But I feel sorry for the shitty times I used have with you
(Yeah, okay, bring the verse on)
[Verse 1]
This ukulele you gave me (you gave me)
You said want it back (ohh)
Who the hell wants a present that they gave to their ex?
I don’t know so I wrote a song about it, yeah
Last night I saw that you moved back to your ex (ay)
‘Cause every now and and then I tend to check your ‘gram
And I would wish you all the best but in fact I can’t (why?)
Oh no, because you already had it (had it)
[Hook]
I don’t wanna be the guy who fucking holds your hand
I’m not attending to the party that you said you have planned
I’m not fucking with you, lately you’ve been off my brain, ooh, whoa, oh oh
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I won’t answer to your phone calls, do you understand?
‘Cause I’m always moving forward, never turning back
But I feel sorry for the shitty times I used have with you
(Alright, second verse)
[Verse 2]
I can call you crazy, I can call you a bitch
I don’t know how I called you baby ‘cause it feels too weird
And I‘ve been Mr. Nice Guy for you but I call it quits
‘Cause from now on I’ll be a proper dick
And we used to be romantic but we’re toxic now
You got me broken into pieces, now I’m safe and sound
And I can’t recognize the man who used to be in love with you, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, yeah
You did some things that I can never forget
You broke my heart in every single possible way
I’m sick of reminiscing sick of feeling like trash
And I deleted every message that you ever sent
I don’t wanna see you ever again
So you better know that it is the end
Yeah, I hope that you are crying
In your bed every night
And feeling hopeless at least as much I felt
[Hook]
I don’t wanna be the guy who fucking holds your hand
I’m not attending to the party that you said you have planned
I’m not fucking with you, lately you’ve been off my brain, ooh, whoa, oh oh
I won’t answer to your phone calls, do you understand?
‘Cause I’m always moving forward, never turning back
But I feel sorry for the shitty times I used have with you
I don’t wanna be the guy who fucking holds your hand
I’m not attending to the party that you have planned
I’m not fucking with you, lately you’ve been off my brain, ooh, whoa oh oh
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I won’t answer to your phone calls, do you understand?
‘Cause I’m always moving forward, never turning back
But I feel sorry for the shitty times I used have with you
(Yeah, okay, bring the verse on)
[Verse 1]
This ukulele you gave me (you gave me)
You said want it back (ohh)
Who the hell wants a present that they gave to their ex?
I don’t know so I wrote a song about it, yeah
Last night I saw that you moved back to your ex (ay)
‘Cause every now and and then I tend to check your ‘gram
And I would wish you all the best but in fact I can’t (why?)
Oh no, because you already had it (had it)
[Hook]
I don’t wanna be the guy who fucking holds your hand
I’m not attending to the party that you said you have planned
I’m not fucking with you, lately you’ve been off my brain, ooh, whoa, oh oh
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I won’t answer to your phone calls, do you understand?
‘Cause I’m always moving forward, never turning back
But I feel sorry for the shitty times I used have with you
(Alright, second verse)
[Verse 2]
I can call you crazy, I can call you a bitch
I don’t know how I called you baby ‘cause it feels too weird
And I‘ve been Mr. Nice Guy for you but I call it quits
‘Cause from now on I’ll be a proper dick
And we used to be romantic but we’re toxic now
You got me broken into pieces, now I’m safe and sound
And I can’t recognize the man who used to be in love with you, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, yeah
You did some things that I can never forget
You broke my heart in every single possible way
I’m sick of reminiscing sick of feeling like trash
And I deleted every message that you ever sent
I don’t wanna see you ever again
So you better know that it is the end
Yeah, I hope that you are crying
In your bed every night
And feeling hopeless at least as much I felt
[Hook]
I don’t wanna be the guy who fucking holds your hand
I’m not attending to the party that you said you have planned
I’m not fucking with you, lately you’ve been off my brain, ooh, whoa, oh oh
I won’t answer to your phone calls, do you understand?
‘Cause I’m always moving forward, never turning back
But I feel sorry for the shitty times I used have with you
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