Wish You Hell

We all know that one glass of wine

Can get you running your mouth every time

Saying I did you wrong and you're so happy

Tell em what you want but could you tell em this for me

Go tell all your friends that I've moved on

And that I'm better as a memory after all

I don't think about us no more and the shit you put me through

Cause I'm getting better each day, each day without you

I ain't saying that it didn't hurt

And there's some things I'd rather not tell

But I'll see you later on and yeah I wish you hell