You are a burnout at the age of eighteen
A product of the South Florida drug scene
For a second, I must admit that you had me fooled
Well, I think I've finally grown comfortable in where I stand
With this cigarette smoke and an empty can
Stay in your apartment alone
I'm fixing broken plans

I hope you know that you're not the same
Those drugs have burned a hole into your brain

Well, I might be a bad decision, but you'll always be a worst mistake
I finally made a promise to myself that I don't intend to break
Stop being stuck-up, admit that you're a fuck-up
And quit pretending that your intelligence is worth a single second

Are you feeling this? Because you just won't do
You're the worst kind of liar
Your tongue twists and you set the stage and break the link
Your trial's overdue
And every tattoo on your body renders stories untrue

When this is over and done with
At least I can leave with my sense of self-respect intact
While you're still pulling out the knife from his back
My number was always unlisted
To you, I never existed
So go choke on your pathetic words

Well, the news hit me pretty hard
But not deep enough to leave this heavy heart scarred
In the end, you wear the crown of a hand-me-down

I hope you know that you're not the same
Those drugs have burned a hole into your brain

I might be a bad decision, but you'll always be a worst mistake
I finally made a promise to myself that I don't intend to break
Stop being stuck-up, admit that you're a fuck-up
And quit pretending that your intelligence is worth a single second

Fuck off