[Verse 1] Packed up all your little games, Put ’em in a box with your excuses and names, You can keep the smoke, you can keep the mirrors, Funny how the bullshit gets clearer in the rearview mirror. I used to bite down, used to play along, Used to wonder if maybe I had it all wrong, Now the door swings open and the daylight hits— Turns out freedom sounds a lot like this: [Pre-Chorus] No long goodbye, No final scene, No “maybe someday,” Know what I mean? [Chorus] SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! There ain’t nothing left to say! SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! Watch me walk the other way! Take your drama, take your thunder, Take the knife you hide undercover— I’m done wondering what comes next, SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! Forwarding address: GO FUCK YOURSELF! [Verse 2] You loved the leash long as I called it a hand, Loved moving every marker while I tried to understand, Every conversation was a rigged little race, You’d light the whole room up then complain about the blaze. Well, congratulations, you finally won— There’s nobody left here to ruin your fun, You can argue with the walls, make enemies of air, I’m already halfway to anywhere but there. [Pre-Chorus] No curtain call, No grand goodbye, No last attempt To ask you why. [Chorus] SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! There ain’t nothing left to save! SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! I ain’t digging my own grave! Take your riddles, take your rumors, Take your malignant little sense of humor— I finally learned the winning move: SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! I’ve got nothing left to prove! [Bridge] You want closure? Close the fucking door. You want answers? I don’t work here anymore. Want one last word? Okay, here’s two— FUCK. YOU. [Breakdown] BYE-BYE! GOOD NIGHT! WRONG DOG! NO BITE! CUT LOOSE! GET GONE! YOU CAN KEEP THIS SHITSTORM! [Final Chorus] SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! Throw the deuces, hit the gas! SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! You can kiss my happy ass! No revenge and no recovery, Just the beautiful sound of you losing me— Raise a glass to whatever comes after: SAYONARA! SAYONARA! SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER! [Outro] No hate. No tears. No looking back. Just— SAYONARA, MOTHERFUCKER.
