"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."