you take the same walk home from school everyday and i’m staying inside watching tv and hiding away. you got a death wish. that’s not my problem. whatever/so what if i’m boring. i like it that way.
you’re lookin real clean in your jeans and it’s making me sick, and i haven’t showered since tuesday and my shoes are too big. i don’t give a shit. maybe that’s my problem. whatever/so what if i’m lazy. i like it that way.
you’re jerking off to al Jazeera and making your bed, and i could be at crossfit like you but i’d rather be DED. i’ll say it first: i think you’re the worst. so what if i’m young? you’re no fun and i hate you the most.