Lyrics
Had you in your best years
Uppers mixed with red wine
Thinking you might disappear
Bought my jeans at half price
Say I wear them too much
At least they fit right
Hard to be quiet
When you're jumping out the fire escape
Tried to be nice
When you roll your eyes and slap my face
Why you gotta treat me like that?
I like when you treat me like that
Why you gotta treat me like that?
I like it when you treat me like that
Think I'm rather insecure
A 40 gets me just right
Standing naked in the mirror
Say you hate your waistline
You like wearing my clothes
Cause they fit right
Hard to be quiet
When we're splitting up and splitting rent
Tried to be nice
When you said some things I can't forget
At least you said it with your chest
Why you gotta treat me like that?
I like when you treat me like that
Why you gotta treat me like that?
I like it when you treat me like that