Fuck You, Dude! Video (MV)

I start to hate your body, and then I start to hate your room
And I start to hate your house, and your parents too
I start to hate your body, and then I start to hate your room
And I start to hate your house, and your parents too
I hate everything that happened, how we split in two
We used to be one, but now I'm me and you're just you
No sense of f*cking loyalty, no sense of telling the truth
Don't call my f*cking phone, cause I'll never answer you
I thought we were friends, I guess I was the fool
I used to work out to look like you, cause I thought you were so cool
I knew that you were home the first time, you slimy little f*ck
I bet you thought you could avoid me, just running on blind luck
But I showed up to show you what was what
To see what the hell I did, not to f*ck you up
You're a f*cking loser, cause you didn't answer the door
I deserved an explanation, I never asked for more
Were you afraid I'd kick your ass? Were you afraid I'd throw a punch?
Well maybe I f*cking should have, but your daddy would have broken it up
Thirteen years down the drain, now what have we got
Nothing but a bunch of missed calls and a movie that's still just a Google Doc
It turned out you were Leo, and the whole time I was Chris
Except I'm not a f*cking creep, but you're still a total dick
F*ck you, motherf*cker. Have fun in your pile of shit
With everybody around you, who can't stop sucking your dick
F*ck the stupid high road, the whole bridge has gone out
I'm just glad I left, before you can drag me down
So f*ck you, dude
F*ck your body, f*ck your room, f*ck your house, and f*ck your parents too
I don't wanna be in your group
Stuck there in your sad town, going to the movies in suits
Not if you're just gonna leave me on a random Tuesday afternoon
This didn't happen too soon, it happened too late
I can't f*cking believe that we were friends past the ninth grade
You're a f*cking fake, it's time to make a change
Go out west, do something, get the f*ck out of Thunder Bay
And of course I'm hurt, that's why I'm making this record
It's not about me putting you on blast, it's about making me feel better
Cause suddenly, one day, I just never f*cking heard from you
And I never found out why
I guess I wasn't supposed to
Who the f*ck does that to somebody you've known for that long
Good one day we talk like it's fine, and the next f*cking day you're just gone?
F*ck you, dude
I always took shit from you
I was always the silver medal
The butt of your joke, the player two
Never again am I gonna be the punchline to your slam dunk
And by the way, I wasn't in love with you, I was just drunk
So f*ck you, dude
F*ck the years I spent waiting on you
F*ck your body, f*ck your room, f*ck your house and f*ck your parents too
I had to leave
I didn't have to leave you
I had to leave
I had, I had