Tate McRae - exes

oh, i'm sorry, sorry that you love me (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
changed my mind up like it's origami
oh, i'm sorry, sorry that you love me (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
changed my mind up like it's origami

(kiss-kiss-kiss-) kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me
kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me
we make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me
but i still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes

happens еvery time
i don't mean, mеan to be cold, but that's how i get, oh
me and all my pride
tryna burn down every damn bridge any time we can, and again