I Don’t Like You

Yeah, I got you in a hot mess
Girl, you'll never figure me out
Got your last message
Heard you're trying to track me down

I find it funny that you ended this last week
But now you got amnesia on your knees
It's always this game with you

So make a scene, call the magazines
Till the whole world's at my door
Tie me up, tell me all I am is yours
But I don't like you anymore

I got you in a hot mess
Girl, you'll never figure me out
'Cause you've been acting reckless
Showing up at 2 a.m. at my house

So thank you for the roses on my porch
The lipstick message on my door
It's always the same with you

So make a scene, call the magazines
Till the whole world's at my door
Tie me up, tell me all I am is yours

Baby, please get off your knees
Stop saying everything is cool
Hold your breath until your lungs are black and blue
But I don't like you anymore

So make a scene, call the magazines
Till the whole world's at my door
Tie me up, tell me all I am is yours

Baby please, get off your knees
Stop saying everything is cool
Hold your breath until your lungs are black and blue

And I don't like you, and I don't like you
I don't like you and I don't like you
I don't like you anymore