You come over with all of your friends
With all the maple shit you say to keep confusion away
Booking away with nowhere to go
I got nothing that I want to do
And all their opinions I don't wanna know
And I'm looking over my shoulder
More than make another sonnet 'Fuck You' to play
And spare us both the bother
I got a date to make with Mr. so and so
'Cause I'd just bounce back anyway
So to fit in some little box
You come over with all of your friends
I run down to the corner lot
You had to send my way
Full of things that I'm not to do
Booking away with nowhere to go
Why can't you just leave me alone?
You come over with all of your friends
And I'm looking over my shoulder
After which I won't care when you all start to bitch
You've already thrown all the sticks and stones
Whenever you make my life cliché
And I'm looking over my shoulder
And I'm looking over my shoulder
And all their opinions I don't wanna know
Burning through the trash that piles up in this place
Booking away with nowhere to go
And all their opinions I don't wanna know
And all their opinions I don't wanna know
It's forty-five past two, I almost forgot to show
You come over with all of your friends
And fills up behind my empty face
Why can't you just leave it at that?
And moan about being alone
