Lyrics FUCK YOU - Dasha

Is it sweet or sour? My name in your mouth
Sitting in your shower, but it won't wash out
How do you justify your hate for me?

I heard you're on some chit-chat, but won't admit it
I bet you've always hoped that I wouldn't make it
But jealousy don't make you prettier, you're insecure
But you've got the nerve, so I hope this hurts

Fuck you for all of the damage
The least you could do is bring me a bandage
For the knife in my back
No, I didn't notice I was under attack
Now I don't want my best friend back (now I don't want my best friend)

I thought that I could trust you with my confessions
But you turned all my secrets to bloody weapons
"Sorry" won't patch up all the wounds you made

And is your conscious burning? Do you feel guilty?
As someone who has morals, it would've killed me
Should probably go and find a therapist
'Cause you got shit a psychologist can't even fix
(Like, stop being such a fucking bitch, I hate her!)

Fuck you for all of the damage
The least you could do is bring me a bandage
For the knife in my back that I didn't notice
'Cause I was too focused watching yours

Fuck you for all of the damage
The least you could do is bring me a bandage
For the knife in my back that I didn't notice
I was under attack

Now I don't want my best friend back
I don't want my best friend
I don't want my best friend back
No, I don't want my best friend back