Yeah Im not talking
I know hates me
Or maybe that just makes me crazy
Lying on the floor
Crying on the floor
I know that I'll never be your prom queen
But I get groovy in some blue jeans
Yeah im so out of here
Yeah im so out of here
I can't
Be holding you
The way I told you to
You wait for me to say
That you're still in my brain
And that's not a mistake
We can't make this work
And I think that's ok
Hmmm hmmmhmmm
Hmmm hmmmhmmm
Hmmm hmmmhmmm
Hmmm hmmmhmmm
And I don't want to wake the dead
All those people in my head
Telling me im not upset
Im not upset
They should play Diana Ross
Id be out there on the spot
Look more stupid than I thought
But no one thought of that.
And I don't care
Wear your corsage
And I will mow my lawn
And I hope you're in charge
I think I realize
I think I realized it
I think I realized it
Lie lie it