i'll gather all bad things and i'll force them into this day from the minute i stepped, it became a shit party so i go home you don't need petty hi's to help you spell it out you can try, but it won't help me this got me all dressed up but i talk like someone just passed and then my cheeks get hot i really miss what i do have so i go home you don't need pretty hi's to help you spell it out so i go home i hope the tightness dies before i spell it out you can try, but it won't help me when i hear your keys in the bathroom i'm inadequate i have had enough and i'm through with all this putting up i have spent a half year worrying now i know nothing good can come from this