Your Crush is Getting Railed at the Halloween Party

So I'm replaying your story for 'bout the hundredth time
Got little wolf-skin boots that zip up to your thighs
And that guy on your shoulder wants to be on your arm
But if he wasn't older he wouldn't have any charm
His pint is full but your bottle's empty
And I wasn't invited so I couldn't prevent this
That's where the snap ends and that's the worst part
Cos I've got an imagination and a lovelorn heart
Cos I know that if I was there I'd still be so nervous
I wouldn't ask for a dance cos I wouldn't want to disturb ya
I'm closing my eyes and the threat soon takes over
I bet he's making you laugh, I bet you're letting him hold ya

I want you
You don't want me back
I love you
You don't love me back
My heart's on my sleeve
It can't wear a mask cos it hurts when I hide it
This year the monster's not under your bed
He's fucking inside it

Now I'm losing my cool
And really I don't mean to
Oh, God, you're Sweet
Maybe, baby, they should call you Miss Demeanour
I can't believe you'd go for a guy like him
His costume's not even clever
In fact it's banal (not even ironically), it's uncreative, just no effort whatsoever
It's breaking my heart, oh, it's breaking it, it's breaking it
You're not a slut but you're taking it, you're taking it
It's not my place, I'm vile, I'm entitled
I'm everything... but not fucking yours!