I've got a question for you that was posed by my friends
They want to know why you stood me up again
And it hurts so bad when you break plans with me
Like the time I bought tickets to Rilo Kiley
And you didn't show up and I was there all alone
How is it you can't see me romantically
Is it because I'm so God damned ugly
That you gasp and you puke at the sight of my face
But you go home to him and he smacks you around
And you cry on my shoulder 'cause you are all alone
Do your worst to me
Now I'm used to it
In a suicide note, that I wrote to my mom
I told her that everything, yes, everything was her fault
And it hurt her so bad 'cause she felt that she failed
But she didn't because I did this to myself
'Cause I couldn't grow up here; I was stuck all alone
Do your worst to me
Now I'm used to it
You didn't show up and I was there all alone
Do your worst to me
Now I'm used to it
