11:00 P.M. on a Tuesday

It's hard not to miss you when my new bitch won't pick up the phone
So now I'm sat here thinking "do you feel like me, all alone?"
You've got some new tattoos and some new friends
It wasn't hard for you to find a replacement
But don't forget that I gave you that nickname you love so much
I wear a bucket hat everywhere I go just in case I see you
So you'll know that it's me coming from a mile away
And I hope I strike fear in you like the way you do to me
Yeah you've got me completely fucked up