Can someone please jog my memory?
I'm not sure if it's the beer talking or just me.
But I'm 23 and still a-f**ing-lone and I'm paranoid of talking on the phone.
All my best friends are obsessed with marble hornets and p**n star tits.
They've got one thing in common.
They're fake as f**ing sh** and I'm over it.
I promised myself I wouldn't sing another song about that girl that f**ed me and left
And I find it funny how I always end up letting myself down but I guess it's rea**urance that I'm still human.
All my best friends are obsessed with smoking weed and getting p**y.
So I'm always sitting by myself. why do I put up with this sh**?
Well, I'm over it.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
My only regret is loving you.
All my best friends are f**ing gone or live three states away.
So I'm always writing songs about being alone but I'm over it.
No, I'm not.