I'm tryna write but I keep gettin' sidetracked
I really like him and I think he has a nice laugh
And I'll drink his bath water, and I think he's hotter
And I'd hit it like Bing Crosby hit his daughter
I stalk him on the internet
He probably thinks I'm Jessi Slaughter
Even my father says to find a-nother
I mean another, so I'll ask my mother
And maybe she will smother me in Blink 182
I don't steal lines, but this one is kinda true:
"I tell 'em that I love 'em, but I never really do"
And I couldn't find a good way to say "I love you"
So fuck you and your stupid tattoos
You used to like girls, but you only like shoes
I hate the world, and I love your shampoo
And your soap, and your deodorant all over my pillow
You make my day, I whip my hair, I think I'm Willow
And I like you like Samantha likes Nutella crepes
You think it's funny when you joke about rape
So we'll see if it's funny in the back of my Escape
That's a Ford, you're a whore, and I'll catch it on tape
Tell the police, I'll just tell 'em it's fake
Tell your mommy on her coffee break
I'll sit around, pickin' at a coffee cake
Wait for you to text me, staring at the MacBook
I'm kinda cute, and I swear I'm not a bad cook
I'd hold your hand if you took me out
We made plans, but you shook me out
And you made me think I'm bad lookin' now
You're walkin' on my swag, and I'm under cooked now
Instead of raw like I used to be
And if you're usin' me, I can use a bat on you
When you wear that hat, Stussy
I'll put the cat on you, tit-for-tat on you
But I don't have tits, so you don't look at me
In your Castles & Crooks tee
I say "hi", but you only stare crookedly
Fuck