That's Just You

I'm not sorry if you keep saying it
Please stop fucking talking, didn't ask your opinion
You'll never be more than these rooms or all these walls
And once you finally get out of highschool
Youll get some facetious titled job

Wait I can't do what? I'm sorry I paid for it.
And her hands her hand her hand
Imma contradict
Oh boy youre moody and defensive!
Your face looks gross when you're being a dick.
It's funny how you take take take when you need a shoulder

You complain about your friends
And in the same breath tell me how you love them
You say im an asshole still
You probably tell her behind my back

Like oh fuck him he's so involved
With all his music
And all his flaws
His stupid jokes
His clumsy words
All he dont know
He's just the worst

I know youre sleepin lone tonight
You'll most likely think that you are right
So sensitive so underplayed
Ill never call you up on your birthday

Cuz i dont mean to be so mean
Wait maybe actually I do
Oh you think you might be the best?
Oh it maybe crazy, but thats just you



Credits
Writer(s): Art Slob
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