Petty Enemy

[Verse 1] I made a quilt out of the red flags You waved in my face, and I let you off the hook Now I'm out of second chances You ate off my plate, can't get back all the things you took [Pre-Chorus] Now, I can't shake the thought of your Tongue right inside of her mouth Kissing every inch of her I know what she said, but How did it never cross your mind That we were friends? But now, but now, now, now [Chorus] Now you made one hell of a petty fucking enemy And you may walk these streets, but you're so fucking dead to me I hope you cry on your birthday 'cause no one showеd up You meet all your heroes and they think you suck Whеn you get what you deserve I hope you think of me [Verse 2] When you move back to Miami 'cause you can't pay rent You'll cry to your mom 'cause you used all your friends You'll start a new band playing drums at a bar 'Cause without my name, no one cares who you are [Pre-Chorus] Now, I can't shake the thought of your Tongue right inside of her mouth Kissing every inch of her I know what she said, but How did it never cross your mind That we were friends? But now, but now, now, now [Chorus] Now you made one hell of a petty fucking enemy And you may walk these streets, but you're so fucking dead to me I hope you cry on your birthday 'cause no one showed up You meet all your heroes and they think you suck When you get what you deserve I hope you think of me [Interlude] (Yeah!) [Bridge] Your fist, my face, you fell from grace You make me wanna blow out my brains I hope you have a real bad day Your fist, my face, you fell from grace You make me wanna blow out my brains I hope you have a real bad day (You make me wanna blow out my brains) Your fist, my face (I hope you have a real bad day) You fell from grace (You make me wanna blow out my brains) You make me wanna blow out my brains (You make me wanna blow out my brains, I hope you have a real bad day) I hope you have a real bad day (You make me wanna, make me wanna, make me wanna blow out my brains) Your fist, my face (I hope you have a real bad day) You fell from grace (You make me wanna blow out my brains) You make me wanna blow out my brains I hope you have a real bad day [Chorus] Now you made one hell of a petty fucking enemy And you may walk these streets, but you're so fucking dead to me I hope you cry on your birthday 'cause no one showed up You meet all your heroes and they think you suck When you get what you deserve I hope you think of me