Tough Love

Call it tough love, but I think you're mean
I don't think it's funny how you talk to me
If I told your mother, I don't think she'd be happy
Her little boy's been naughty

Where you think you're going? I'm not done yet here
Every time I talk, you start to disappear
Yeah, I'd rather be doing anything else
But I won't have you leave thinking I don't respect myself

Who gave you the right to be a little bitch
Everything you say is screaming narcissist
I've tried to be an empathetic person
But the gloves have come off
And I wish you the worst, man

I want to go home
Before I commit a crime

Oh, would you stop it, would you
Let me keep my mind