(Come on)

You celebrate my pain, I know it brings you pleasure
And all my suffering, a diamond that you treasure
Sociopath, you smile to my face then, oh, behind my back
You raise a glass to my mistakes and

You've got an attitude, you've got no gratitude
You've got no grace
Puffed up and arrogant, it's such a punishment
To be in the same place
As someone who wants the worst for me, yeah

Uh
La la, la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la
La la, la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la

You celebrate my tears, I know they make you blissful
Just dancing on my grave and throwing dirt down by the fistful
You wouldn't have my picture by a candle
It's pasted on the bullseye of the dart board on your mantle

You've got an attitude, you've got no gratitude
You've got no grace
Puffed up and arrogant, I swear never again
You'll be in the same place
As someone who wants the worst for me, yeah

Uh
La la, la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la
La la, la la la
La la, la la la
La la la la la, yeah

You're someone who wants (la la, la la la )
The worst for me (la la, la la la )
(La la la la la)
You're someone who wants (la la, la la la )
The worst for me (la la, la la la )
(La la la la la)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Aimee E. Allen, Jesse Gus Bivona, Justin Scott Bivona, Kevin C. Bivona