I’m making out with my hand in my room in bed
Listening only to radiohead
I’ve written twenty one songs about the morning you left
Found a new guy but he just calls me a friend
Ill tell it to you right now
Ill tell it to you right now
Im never gonna be famous, im not that hot
Im always too scared to tattoo my heart
I always call up my mom cus i know she’ll listen
After five minutes shes done with me too
Ill tell it to you right now
Ill tell it to you right now
No books or movies a suburb tree
No cure or groupies a fucking leach