Your Internet Sucks

Hey I know it's been nine months since we've spoken It's not like I've been leaving the door open But I'm sat here hopin' that you're awake Hey I know that it's 2 a.m. in London Probably regret this in the morning But I'm sending you this song anyways There's a lot of things we never said A lot of texts I never sent And don't forget the times you'd text your ex When we were still in bed And, yeah, I'm gonna bring it up again Hey Please just let me get this off my chest I don't think that I wish you the best In fact, I wish you the worst I hope when you think of me it hurts And when you're playing Fortnite I hope that your internet sucks Hey There's a girl in me that misses us But I hope that she gets hit by a bus And wakes up in bed with amnesia 'Cause there's a lot of things she never said A lot of shit she should forget Like all the times you said that you would call But just left her on read And, yeah, I'm gonna bring it up again Please just let me get this off my chest I don't think that I wish you the best In fact, I wish you the worst I hope when you think of me it hurts And when you order take-out I hope that it's cold when it shows up And if you're drinking coffee I hope you burn your lips on the cup And when you're playing Fortnite I hope that your internet sucks Hey Sorry if I'm comin' off too strong Well, actually I'm not Goddamn