Dearest Katie
Forget your golden; it no longer works for me
I fell in love with your mask but I’m rising.
Cause I’ve gotten so sick of still holding to you
Mourning and forgiving and crying.
You can call me selfish, secretive and sly
Call me whatever you want, fire at will.
Say all those things that got to me first
But I’ll be the one going in for the kill.
Yeah, you can act more childish than usual
You can pout and mope around with your blonde beehive hair.
Everyone’s disowned you and it’s somehow my fault
Yeah, like I honestly care.
I never really cared about your new Winkle Picker boots
Or that emo girl you loved or that pink hair you wanted.
You would have looked stupid but I still listened
I know now that I shouldn’t have.
I held a light for you and you held a knife
It was only a matter of time before you stabbed me in the back.
You pathetic loser, I can’t believe I spoke highly of you
To Jess and Louise and Jack.
Set your sisters on me; make your friends ignore me
But at the end of the day, sweetie, I’m still here.
You’re the one who’s been abandoned, I can’t believe I said
I’d think about forgiving you next year.
Maybe there’s a hole in my chest every time you look at me
And maybe I used to say I missed you more than anyone knew.
But I wasn’t well, I was afraid of letting go
I just couldn’t let go of you.
But what’s the point of mourning what never was?
Doll, you’re not worth to walk on the same corridor as me.
Nobody likes you, everyone’s left you
They all wanna hang round with B.
You can say I’m jealous, bitter, sour and stupid
But you’d only be talking about yourself.
Which is the usual, you think everyone loves you, but with your mental state
That really doesn’t help.
Oh sugar, you just gotta see that I can live without you
And I know I said that day you murdered me.
But I saw it coming, it just helped me move on, I don’t need you
Now you know how it feels, dearest Katie.
I fell in love with your mask but I’m rising.
Cause I’ve gotten so sick of still holding to you
Mourning and forgiving and crying.
You can call me selfish, secretive and sly
Call me whatever you want, fire at will.
Say all those things that got to me first
But I’ll be the one going in for the kill.
Yeah, you can act more childish than usual
You can pout and mope around with your blonde beehive hair.
Everyone’s disowned you and it’s somehow my fault
Yeah, like I honestly care.
I never really cared about your new Winkle Picker boots
Or that emo girl you loved or that pink hair you wanted.
You would have looked stupid but I still listened
I know now that I shouldn’t have.
I held a light for you and you held a knife
It was only a matter of time before you stabbed me in the back.
You pathetic loser, I can’t believe I spoke highly of you
To Jess and Louise and Jack.
Set your sisters on me; make your friends ignore me
But at the end of the day, sweetie, I’m still here.
You’re the one who’s been abandoned, I can’t believe I said
I’d think about forgiving you next year.
Maybe there’s a hole in my chest every time you look at me
And maybe I used to say I missed you more than anyone knew.
But I wasn’t well, I was afraid of letting go
I just couldn’t let go of you.
But what’s the point of mourning what never was?
Doll, you’re not worth to walk on the same corridor as me.
Nobody likes you, everyone’s left you
They all wanna hang round with B.
You can say I’m jealous, bitter, sour and stupid
But you’d only be talking about yourself.
Which is the usual, you think everyone loves you, but with your mental state
That really doesn’t help.
Oh sugar, you just gotta see that I can live without you
And I know I said that day you murdered me.
But I saw it coming, it just helped me move on, I don’t need you
Now you know how it feels, dearest Katie.