Pencey Prep - PS Don't Write lyrics

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