Horrified

(Horrificus, Horrificare)
(To shock, frighten, to scare)

It's nice that I rarely see you
And we don't speak if I do
Not since you made that name for yourself
With your oh-so-infamous email

Your first round of dirt hit with a click
And spread through your colorful 'cc list
Like the high school kind of hate
That got you through your glory days

And you're just dyin' to hear I cried
That I might not be liked

So, Horrified
Oh, Horrified
Horrified, oh-oh
Horrified
What ya didn't know
I'd be right at home on the high road
Horrified

Oh, I can still hear your circle say
They're stunned I just turned and walked away
That my backbone must've been too weak to meet
And make peace on forced apologies

Well, truth is I don't have time to spare
With so much good goin' on I can't pretend to care
About people who believed the lies you sent
And are as horrified by karma's coolness

Just dyin' to hear I cried
That I might not be liked

So, Horrified (I get so)
Oh, Horrified (I get so)
Horrified, oh-oh (I get so)
Horrified (I get so)
What ya didn't know
I'd be right at home on the high road

Loathe me, loathe me
Loathe me if you wish
Loathe me, Loathe me
Loathe me if you want
Some of us grow older
Some of us grow up

Horrified, oh, Horrified
Horrified, oh-oh, Horrified
What ya didn't know
I'd be right at home on the high road

Horrified, oh (I get so)
Horrified (I get so)
Horrified, oh-oh (I get so)
Horrified (I get so)
What ya didn't know (ooh)
I'd be right at home on the high road

(I get so, I get so)
(I get so, I get so)

You didn't know I'd be right at home
You didn't know I'm right at home
You didn't know I'd be right at home



Credits
Writer(s): Brooke Josephson
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