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 petty 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 Im through with
All this putting up
I have spent a half year worrying
Now I know nothing good
can come from this