You criticized the parts that didn't work for ya
You told me that my energy exhausted ya
You made me cynical about my family, yeah you
Oh you went through my phone at least the times I caught ya
When I went out alone, I felt you on my shoulder
But I'd let it go
Cuz we'd always talk it through
But I spent too much of my senior year
In your colorless, white box room
Only been a month, but I'm moving on, worried
Is this too much too soon?
After all this time that I've spent hating you
Sometimes I forget how I was really feeling
Cuz our highest highs were painfully so good
That's why I can't help feeling guilty for healing
Ignored all of the ways you didn't work for me
I knew how badly you would treat the girls before me
But when we kissed it felt like we were in a movie scene
I always looked for approval cuz you never gave it
Hid the things that I liked because you called them basic
Lying to myself it was the real me
But I spent too much of my senior year
Ditching all of my friends for you
Only been a month so why does it feel
Too soon to hear from you?
After all this time that I've spent hating you
Sometimes I forget how I was really feeling
Cuz our highest highs were painfully so good
That's why I can't help feeling guilty for healing
Cuz we didn't work right from the start
But fell so deep within our hearts
We didn't see the room left for surprising
The way you held me was your smoking gun
That you loved me more than anyone but
I don't think that you always liked me
But after all this time that I've spent hating you
Sometimes I remember how I was feeling
Cuz our highest highs were painfully so good
That's why I can't help feeling guilty for healing