[Verse 1] Met your friends at that old bar They still ask how you’ve been I just laugh Change the subject Say I’m fine in my skin But my phone lights your name up Like it owns every room I delete it Then type it Then backspace you too soon [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got a list in my notebook Folded and stained in red All of the words I won’t send you All of the things in my head (hey) [Chorus] These are the ten things I don’t say Scream in my car Then I throw them away You’re not a ten You’re a lesson I learned Crash and I burn Still I miss you some days So here’s to the worst and the best of you Hate that I still write the rest of you Ten things I don’t say But every one is about you [Verse 2] You’d show up late Call it “our thing” I’d pretend I was cool Sat on your floor Fixing playlists You were out being cruel All your half-felt apologies Dripping sweet on my tongue Now I taste them and choke out Every song we left unsung [Pre-Chorus] I had your name in my passwords You had my heart on read Guess I was always your backdrop Just another line in your head (oh) [Chorus] These are the ten things I don’t say Scream in my car Then I throw them away You’re not a ten You’re a mirror I cracked All of the glass cutting into my back So here’s to the worst and the best of you Hate that I still write the rest of you Ten things I don’t say But every one is about you [Bridge] One for the lies that you dressed up as love Two for the ghosting Three for the shove Four for the friends that you turned into spies Five for the way that you twist every line Six for the nights I was begging you stay Seven You left and you liked it that way Eight for the “baby You know that I care” Nine for pretending you’d ever play fair Ten is the part where I finally quit Ten is the part where I’m done with your— (hey!) [Chorus] These are the ten things I don’t say Sing with my girls just to push you away You’re not a ten You’re a story I’ll burn Rip out the pages and let my heart turn So here’s to the worst and the best of you Hate that I still write the rest of you Ten things I don’t say But every one was about you [Outro] So I’ll play the same three chords Till the hurt runs out of tune All of the ten things I don’t say Are how I finally Get over you
