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.