[Verse: pizza boy.] My friends playin' vidya, I can't be bothered, I'm surly Computer freezing for some reason like me in front of a girl "He moves like a creep, therefore, he must be one." I can see thought bubbles, but the catch is only mean ones... and the basic ones I guess I get stunned by your rudiments I couldn't care less how your booty fits But let's be fair; I dun' rolled around in my share of grime Cut a girl's hair in 4th grade, tryina' build a shrine Criminy! Didn't know better, I blame Pataki I wonder if she would approve of Instagram hacking I'm lacking in content; I should get out more Or maybe I should get you to come inside and doubt more But these aren't shoes, I don't think you can walk in these Bare feet causing the crunch of autumn leaves I don't care who's season it is, even if it's mine We're all dying; I just want to fly before my time Yet, I'm sitting in this CVS lot like "Should I run up in the pharmacy, pop the top on every bottle, swallow, then try not to puke up in the condom aisle while half-heartedly whining about how I never got to use 'em?" My parents should read my therapist's notebook But they would find notes of me cussin', so I hope they don't look I'm so afraid to be a Grown Ass Man I don't respect the phrase Grown Ass Man Who the f** are you? Who the f** am I? I'm the type to set fire to your house, then run inside to save you I haven't made sense since grade 2 They shouldn't have made me skip 1, my dick's numb I've been f**ing this Nerf football for an hour FYI, I don't think about you in the shower I'm sick of being typecast, I'm also insane I want a different result from spying on your page [Hook: pizza boy.] I'm sorry... I disturbed... your life... Return to your nothing (x4) Now [Outro: ComPL3xX] I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh... I'm sorry, ohhh...