I’m glad that I met you.

I’m glad that I let you.

I’m glad that we can.

I’m glad that we’re alone.

Aren’t you glad you’re at home?

 

So, you’re sad that I left you,

and you’re sad ’cause I meant to,

but what you don’t understand

is that I’m not the one who’s bad.

And aren’t you glad we’re alone?

 

I’ve moved on

and grown a little too.

So thank you, bitch,

and fuck you.