You told me straight when I was five that I was just a little shit and lucky to be alive
But I'd learned that way back when I was four
Now I don't want to f*ck off anymore
You tried new ways to say it when I was twelve
Like, "Leave me alone"
"Go play in traffic"
"Get lost"
"Go to hell"
You locked me out of the house
Wrote it on the door
Now I don't want to f*ck off anymore
I tried to sort it out when I was ten
But you never laid a hand on me, and you didn't do it then
No, not one hand
It was two words and a 2x4
But I don't want to f*ck off anymore
You could call me up to tear me down
Since I'm still taking your advice, do you miss having me around?
I may be bitter, lonely, tired and sore
But I don't want to f*ck off anymore