Hey
Can you give me some advice?
I really like your friend but
I don’t think he’s treating me right

But he always wants to hang with me
That’s gotta mean that he cares
I mean

He drives so far to pick me up
But he never wants to meet my mom

He’ll take me to the movies
He’ll take me to the park
We’ll go somewhere for dinner
We just, never leave the car

And I offer to come over
But I don’t know his address
I don’t even know what town he’s from
And yeah I’ve tried to ask

And we FaceTime and we Snapchat
But we never really text
I want to see his face but
He just wants to see my breasts
I’ve been wanting to talk
Just don’t know how to bring it up
Would you mind asking him
If there’s something going on?

Oh, you already talked about me to him? Wow, did he bring me up? Oh... you brought it up. Okay. Well? What did he say?

Oh, you can’t tell me... that’d break the “bro code” or whatever
I get it then. I guess

It hit hard once i knew he didn’t care
Kinda like this drop, but beneath my skin and hair

And maybe i was wrong
And maybe i was dumb
To think that you would care
About a heart that isn’t own

Yeah it hit hard
It hit real hard
Kinda like this drop
But if my head was the guitar

And maybe i was wrong
But i sure as hell was dumb
Because why am i so hurt
By a guy named fucking GERALD?
Like seriously what kinda fucking name is Gerald? What are you, a grandfather? A founding father? I’d probably have to resort to driving an hour away to get a nut too from some high school girl if my name was fucking Gerald. Have fun trying to get more pussy with that name

Gerald’s not the worst guy in the world by the way. Other guys have done much worse things to me in my life but most of them have pretty normal names so

Anyway

I shouldn’t be so rash
I shouldn’t be so mean
Cuz all i am is whore trash

According to my mom
According to my friends
I’d say according to my dad
But he doesn’t exist

Yeah he left a little while back
But not too long ago
He’d rather drink and fuck his new wife
Than watch me grow

He can’t pay for my college
But he can get a brand new car
He won’t have time to see me
But he’ll have time for the bar

And he’ll have time for his wife
And he’ll have time for the gym
And worst of all
He’ll have time for his other fucking kids
I don’t know what it is that
Makes me not know what to do
When my dad would rather tie a noose
For me than tie my shoes


You were never there for me
Cause you never really tried
Grades one through twelve you
Barely made an ounce of fucking time

And I’m glad you’re fully gone now
Oh completely out of sight
But you’re still just barely there so
You’re still not quite out of my mind

(Oh, why am I so hurt?)

It hit hard
Once i knew he didn’t care
Kinda like this drop
But beneath my skin and hair

(Why am I? Why am I?)

And maybe I was wrong
And maybe I was dumb
To think that you would care
About a heart that isn’t your own

(Why am I so hurt?)

Yeah it hit hard
It hit real hard
Kinda like this drop
But if my head was the guitar

(Why am I? Why am I?)

And maybe I was wrong
But I sure as hell was dumb
Because why am I so hurt
By a guy named fucking Kurt?


Woo, that one rhymed this time! Watch out Taylor Swift! There’s a new butt-hurt shawty in town

Yeah but seriously what kind of fucking name is Kurt anyway. Yeah, Kurt with a K. Probably wear your Ray Bans inside? With a cell phone holster for your iPhone 8 Plus or something? Yeah, I bet you grunt extra loud when you do those arm curls at the gym too, huh. Fucking Kurt

I mean seriously it’s like the country club of douchebag names. Kurt. Have fun with that new car, by the way. It would really be a shame if something happened to it