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
