I got this feeling on a summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into a bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into a bridge.

I don't care, say fuck it.
I don't care.

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into a bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into a bridge.

I don't care, say fuck it.
I don't care.

You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way
You want me down on earth, but I am up in space
You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch
I'm from the 70's, and you're a crazy bitch

Say fuck it!
Say fuck it!

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into a bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into a bridge.

I don't care, say fuck it.
I don't care, say fuck it, say fuck it.
I don't care, say fuck it.
I don't care.

You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way
You want me down on earth, but I am up in space
You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch
I'm from the 70's, and you're a crazy bitch

I don't care, say fuck it.
I don't care, say fuck it, say fuck it.
I don't care, say fuck it.
I don't care, say fuck it, say fuck it.
I don't care.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): CHARLOTTE AITCHISON, LINUS EKLOW, PATRIK BERGER