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.