Edit You (feat. Stela Cole)

I hate looking back

I hate looking back 'cause oh my God

He did me like trash, damn

Why I'm always looking, looking back

At you like you're something?

You said I'm nothing

Why'd you do that?

Tell me, hey

Oh yeah

I see you out and you're a fucking mess

Oh yeah

You should know that I'm the fucking best

Oh yeah

And I should know that I'm the fucking best

So why do I still cry?

I'm cutting you out

I'm cutting you out of my head

My scissors out, ouch

Guillotine straight to your head

'Cause I never wanna remember

I just wanna picture you dead

And edit you out, whoa

Edit you out of my head

Edit you out (Ouch)

Edit you out (Ouch)

Edit you, edit you, my, my (Ouch)

Edit you out (Ouch)

Edit you, edit you, my, my

I tried to delete you

That didn't teach you, did it?

Took keys to your car, gave you some scars

Just like you gave me, oh

I watched as it burned, I loved till it hurt

But that didn't work

Just brought out the worst in me

Oh yeah

I see you out and you're a fucking mess

Oh yeah

You should know that I'm the fucking best

Oh yeah

And I should know that I'm the fucking best

So why do I still cry?

I'm cutting you out

I'm cutting you out of my head

My scissors out, ouch

Guillotine straight to your head

'Cause I never wanna remember

I just wanna picture you dead

And edit you out, whoa

Edit you out of my head

Edit you out (Ouch)

Edit you out (Ouch)

Edit you, edit you, my, my (Ouch)

Edit you out (Ouch)

I'm cutting you out

I'm cutting you out of my head

My scissors out, ouch

Guillotine straight to your head

'Cause I never wanna remember

I just wanna picture you dead

And edit you out, whoa

Edit you out of my head