Ellen Winter - My Birthday

I had a dream
That you showed up at my party
And you told me you were sorry
For everything
And it seemed
It seemed like you were happy
And you asked, "Are u still mad at me?"
And I said, "What do you think?"

And I know it was only a dream
But it ruined my whole week
Every time I stepped outside expecting to see
You at the stairs
Waiting for me
But you won't try
Your feelings are flattened
You won't fight
If you could, it would've happened
If you feel like
Reaching out while I'm letting go
You probably know this
I'll say it again just in case you don't

Don't you fucking text me on my birthday
Don't you fucking call me on my birthday
Don't you fucking show up at my birthday

Now you might be feeling guilty
Or wishing that you were with me
But the greatest gift you could give me
Is to
Leave me the fuck alone
Just reminisce on your phone
If you really wanna know
How I'm doing on my own
I've never felt so strong
I think what you did was wrong
But I'm happier now that you're gone

So
Don't you fucking text me on my birthday
Don't you fucking call me on my birthday
Don't you fucking show up at my birthday
Leave me the fuck alone on my birthday
Don't you fucking text me on my birthday
Don't you fucking call me on my birthday
Don't you fucking show up at my birthday
Leave me the fuck alone on my birthday
(Thank you)

Written by:
Christopher Littler, Charles Riley Wanless, Ellen Lindsay Winter

Publisher:
Lyrics © Too Lost LLC

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