Packed my bags at fourteen I hadn't planned on leaving But you haven't been back home for days The pots and pans and roaches They're glad I'm finally goin' 'Cause, even them, they shudder at your name
You don't really want to hear the truth, do you? It's obvious to anyone who ever knew you That all you ever want is to be right Even if that means you gotta lie to do it The only thing you've proven
Is that there's no one Who ever has done better At makin' me feel worse Now you rеally are the winner Yеah, there's nothing That ever did quite kill me More than what you did Now you really are the winner Take a bow 'cause you're the winner
Bask inside your victory My heart that once was beating Bleeding in the palm of your hand Yet, you have the nerve to miss me How do I somehow feel guilty When you're the one who let it get this bad?
You don't really want to hear the truth, do you? It's obvious to anyone who ever knew you That all you ever wanted was to fight I was only tryin' to survive your chaos Well, look at how it's paid off
'Cause now there's no one Who ever has done better At makin' me feel worse Now you really are the winner (Winner) Yeah, there's nothing That ever did quite kill me More than what you did Now you really are the winner (Winner) Take a bow 'cause you're the winner
(La-la, la-la-la) You're the winner (La-la-la, la-la, la-la) (La-la, la-la-la) You're the winner (La-la-la, la-la, la-la)
'Cause you don't really want to hear the truth, do you?
Compositores: Conan Lee Gray (Conan Gray) (BMI), Gregory Allen Kurstin (ASCAP)Editores: EMI April Music Inc (ASCAP), Kurstin Music (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)Administração: EMI April Music Inc (ASCAP), Sony Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #40651910 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM