It's taken me three years or more to get comfortable with myself
I spent all of high-school pretending to be someone else
It's taken me three years or more to change into my skin
Even though I had friends I could never really fit in
It's taken me three years or more to get over you
You told me you loved me and I told you I loved you too
It's taken me three years or more to get this off my chest Sometimes I still hear your voice echo in my head

And I'm sick of being left out in the rain
I feel like a waste of space when you call and tell me that
I was never good enough for you or any one of your friends
Broken bones that you can't mend
And I hope on Friday night you lie in bed
Thinking about all of the boys that you kissed

And we've both grown so much, ever since we broke up
I haven't spent many nights at home, I've been driving my car around the city alone
And I just can't help feel sick, underneath all my skin
Cause there's no home remedy for the feeling when you don't feel a thing

And I'm coming to terms with
Maybe I'm not meant to be happy
And I think I've learned
That sometimes you can't be

And I'm coming to terms with drinking too much
Because you used to be my crutch
I'd put you to my lips but at least a drink would never rip my heart out of my chest

It's taken me three years or more to get comfortable with myself
I spent all of high school pretending to be someone else
It's taken me three years or more to change into my skin
And now I'm as lonely as I've ever been