just my heart gets rejected by my veins
It's New Year's Eve, I'm in Glendora
I'm the only living person in Glendora
Headin east on the freeway
I left my prom dress on the bus stop in Duarte
I switch the rules, you take advantage
You know I always like to play the victim
And would you fuck me? 'Cause I'd fuck me
Am I your wetnap? Freestyle walkin'
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I'm on my way, I want to see you
You're in your bedroom with some dancers underneath you
I come inside, I hear the door slam
You tell me if I really love you I'd get with them
They make me sick, you make me sicker
But I want to please you so I go and I get with her
I close my eyes, I think about me
I'm just your wetnap, freestyle walkin'
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I should find someone better for me
But Mom says we're born this way
Everytime I come over to your house
You just shit on my face
And you know, you know, you know
You know it really freaks me out
I drove for hours on bad directions
I arrive, there's something you forgot to mention
An afterthought, straight to the tappy
Sorry, Angel, went to Reno, happy happy
It ain't the rest, why do you Jenny?
I'm in a booth it's almost twelve, your favorite Denny's
Another year, I need a sundae
I'm just your sidebet
Freestyle walkin'
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I always feel like a song, but never the happy ones. Because all I want is someone to love me like I wish I loved me. For being a genius, I'm awfully dumb. I mean I'm writing a story that pretty much outlining all of my insecurities, centering on the ones I get around my friends. or "friends", I guess I should say, just to be insecure. How do I expect myself to show that to them? Because I'm writing about them too, who I think they are inside. Who am I to think that I can do this? I'm so full, and yet, so empty.
Also, when I wasn't depressed, my parents insisted on putting me on Prozac and sleeping pills. Now that I feel depressed, they tell me that I don't need the medication. I hate how they can't seem to fucking understand. Talking to them just aggravates me more, instead of helping. Someday I'm just going to scrawl (obviously, I love the word scrawl)one the walls my melodramatic goodbyes, in my pretty letters, grab a bag, and leave. I just don't know where I'll go.
I'm the only living person in Glendora
Headin east on the freeway
I left my prom dress on the bus stop in Duarte
I switch the rules, you take advantage
You know I always like to play the victim
And would you fuck me? 'Cause I'd fuck me
Am I your wetnap? Freestyle walkin'
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I'm on my way, I want to see you
You're in your bedroom with some dancers underneath you
I come inside, I hear the door slam
You tell me if I really love you I'd get with them
They make me sick, you make me sicker
But I want to please you so I go and I get with her
I close my eyes, I think about me
I'm just your wetnap, freestyle walkin'
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I should find someone better for me
But Mom says we're born this way
Everytime I come over to your house
You just shit on my face
And you know, you know, you know
You know it really freaks me out
I drove for hours on bad directions
I arrive, there's something you forgot to mention
An afterthought, straight to the tappy
Sorry, Angel, went to Reno, happy happy
It ain't the rest, why do you Jenny?
I'm in a booth it's almost twelve, your favorite Denny's
Another year, I need a sundae
I'm just your sidebet
Freestyle walkin'
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I always feel like a song, but never the happy ones. Because all I want is someone to love me like I wish I loved me. For being a genius, I'm awfully dumb. I mean I'm writing a story that pretty much outlining all of my insecurities, centering on the ones I get around my friends. or "friends", I guess I should say, just to be insecure. How do I expect myself to show that to them? Because I'm writing about them too, who I think they are inside. Who am I to think that I can do this? I'm so full, and yet, so empty.
Also, when I wasn't depressed, my parents insisted on putting me on Prozac and sleeping pills. Now that I feel depressed, they tell me that I don't need the medication. I hate how they can't seem to fucking understand. Talking to them just aggravates me more, instead of helping. Someday I'm just going to scrawl (obviously, I love the word scrawl)one the walls my melodramatic goodbyes, in my pretty letters, grab a bag, and leave. I just don't know where I'll go.