I'm Not Tryna Ruin Your Fun
You're Just A Little Bit Late, I Guess You're Already Done
There's This Feeling I Can't Shake 'cause I'm Too Dumb
I'm Never Doing The Right Thing, So I'm So Stuck

If You See Me In America, I Might Say, "hi"
But If You Meet Me Out In Europe, I'm A Talkative Guy
Maybe We'll Talk Over Scones Around Lunch Some Time
And I've Never Been To France, So It Might Be Nice

But I Can't Take This Paparazzi, Jeez
It's Like The Camera's Always Out And Always Starin' At Me
And If I Say The Wrong Thing, They'll Cut My Tongue 'til It Bleeds
Always Whippin' Out Their Pitchforks When You Try To Speak
(but That Couldn't Be Me)

Next Day I'm Walkin' The Road
Kickin' Rocks, It's My Fault
My Life's The Worst Story Told
I'll Be This Way 'til I'm Old
I Rip A Page Out The Book
I'm Just So Misunderstood
I Always Think About Her
And When My Life Felt Good

I Smoked A Cig' On The Porch
It Doesn't Help Me At All
I Wonder, "what's It All For?
Is This The Girl I Adored?"
And I Know I Can't Afford
Watchin' Her Walk Out The Door
So I Keep It To Myself
And Keep My Feet On The Floor