"Should we have something at the beginning of this one?"

"Yeah."

"Alright."

Well the cars they pass me fast

And I know that you're going home for good

And I could taste the hatred in the air

And I could feel your eyes on my neck hair

Well I am not just some guy fucked up and high

With my jeans cut short, and my shoes tied tight

And my glasses falling off my face

With a bruise on my neck from a girl I met last week

Well I don't wanna be your friend

And I don't wanna jump off bridges

And I don't wanna sleep alone

But I don't think that I can stay away from you

And the way your sister said that I look like your ex

Or the way your mom tells me to use shampoo so my hair won't look so greasy

But with your pants cut short and your shoes tied tight

And a lip ring that says "I can fight"

With your pants cut short and your shoes tied tight

With a lip ring that says "I can fight"

You're a joke

Sure

"Woo!"

"I suck."