P.S. Don't Write - Pencey Prep

While you were fucking up

I went and found something new

Packed up all my shit

Stole back all my tapes

Left your spare key under the mat

This is not a joke

You’d better learn to take a hint

'Cause I’m not coming back

Maybe you’ll understand

When you’re waking up alone

In a cold and empty bed

If you’re reading this, I’m gone

Happy birthday

PS, don’t write

'Cause you will not get a reply

While you were fucking up

I got my life in shape

Somewhere along the line

I found a hidden strength

I didn’t know I had

Standing on my own

Cutting all the strings

That you used to control

Surprise surprise

I am long gone

If you thought you could keep me down

By holding me up

You were wrong

You don’t call the shots anymore

While you were fucking up

I learned to love myself again

Even better now

I learned to hate you

C’est la vie, baby

We’re through

See you around

Maybe on the sixth of never