Naive

There you are
Tube socks and cutoff shorts that expose your knees
Reading a Harley Quinn book
Giving your mixed looks as you please
Sulking in sin and strumming until
Your fingers fall off your hands
Cheating on me with your girlfriend or boyfriend
Whatever the gender, thinking I will understand
Don't shed one more tear, you're so naive
Trying to find your harmony
So impulsive, you crank your headphones louder 'cause
You couldn't give a fuck what I say
So why the fuck am I still writing songs about ya
So why the fuck am I still writing songs about ya
Puppet master with the strings
Fooling how I feel
And feeding me to the wolves
Like some aging, green banana peel
'Cause clearly this is all a game
And you don't like the cards you got
But let's just call a spade a spade
And count all your forget-me-nots
Don't shed one more tear, you're so naive
Trying to find your harmony
My tiny violin ain't playing louder 'cause
You couldn't give a fuck what I say
So why the fuck am I still writing songs about ya

I've been trying so hard to write this song in so many different ways but
Damn
You wallow in your own self pity
Karma don't care if you're pretty
Thriving on a painful memory
Brewing in your bones
Stomping on hearts like a personal playground
Merrily going round
I'm bleeding on these pages 'cause
My pen just died an hour ago

I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding
I'm bleeding
Don't shed one more tear, you're so naive
Trying to find your harmony
Wilt away with all the other flowers 'cause
You couldn't give a fuck what I say
So why the fuck am I still writing songs about ya