Your Internet Sucks

Hey
 I know it's been nine months since we've spoken
 It's not like I've been leaving the door open
 But I'm sat here hopin' that you're awake
 Hey
 I know that it's 2 a.m. in London
 Probably regret this in the morning
 But I'm sending you this song anyways
 There's a lot of things we never said
 A lot of texts I never sent
 And don't forget the times you'd text your ex
 When we were still in bed
 And, yeah, I'm gonna bring it up again
 Hey
 Please just let me get this off my chest
 I don't think that I wish you the best
 In fact, I wish you the worst
 I hope when you think of me it hurts
 And when you're playing Fortnite
 I hope that your internet sucks
 Hey
 There's a girl in me that misses us
 But I hope that she gets hit by a bus
 And wakes up in bed with amnesia
 'Cause there's a lot of things she never said
 A lot of shit she should forget
 Like all the times you said that you would call
 But just left her on read
 And, yeah, I'm gonna bring it up again
 Please just let me get this off my chest
 I don't think that I wish you the best
 In fact, I wish you the worst
 I hope when you think of me it hurts
 And when you order take-out
 I hope that it's cold when it shows up
 And if you're drinking coffee
 I hope you burn your lips on the cup
 And when you're playing Fortnite
 I hope that your internet sucks
 Hey
 Sorry if I'm comin' off too strong
 Well, actually I'm not
 Goddamn