Lyrics:

Take your shit out my house
And you can keep that ugly painting that you bought
I never liked realism anyway
And I guess love comes and goes
And sometimes it rearranges
I just hope the next time it comes around
I don't fucking hate it
You have little outbursts of sad
And I know that you got that from your dad
But right now, I don't have time for that
You got fifteen minutes 'til I call your cab
And I never wanna see your face again
Oh, man, ain't it sad?
Kinda mad
That the next time I see you
You'll be out holding hands
With a girl that you claim was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you look me dead in the eye
And I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by, by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on, walk on
You're standing in my living room
I've got better shit to do
Than to listen to you cry
I mean, it's not like it's a pleasant sight, either
It's half past six in the mornin' (in the mornin')
On the wrong side of the door (of the door) and you
Said you got nowhere to go, well
You can start with the lift to the ground floor
You have little outbursts of sad (oh no)
And I know that you get that from your dad
But right now, I don't have time for that
You got fifteen minutes 'til I call you a cab
And I never wanna see your face again
Oh, man, ain't it sad?
Kinda mad
That the next time I see you
You'll be out holding hands
With a girl that you claim was just a friend
And I'll pretend that you didn't notice me
When you look me dead in the eye
And I'll just walk on by, yeah
I'll just walk on by
I'll just walk on by, ooh
I'll just walk on, walk on
I'll just walk on by
By, by, by
By, by, by, by
By, by, by, by
By, by, by, by, by