I hate your bad tattoos and your second-hand stories;
those anecdotes that grew old last month.
I hate the way you move when you’re [bad word] and try dancing.
It’s not y.
It’s just keeping us up and I’m just not fond of anyone,
but that’s got everything to do with us.

I hate the way I get when I can’t handle bad news.
It feels like I’ve been an [bad word] for months.
All I’ve got left are these handfuls of [bad word] you and man,
that’s never enough.

I guess I’m just down.
I guess I’ll be honest.
I could use you around.
I can’t stand the dork that you’re hanging with now.
I guess I’ll be honest.
I could use you around.

I hate the way that you can’t keep your hair straight.
I hate the way that you’re leaning on me.
I hate the way that you point out when girls are staring
because you know that I won’t do a thing.

I hate the context clues you leave out of your writing
because I can’t find myself here at all.
You know that I hate when you call me wasted.
I expect it whenever you call.

I guess I’m just down.
I guess I’ll be honest.
I could use you around.
I can’t stand the dork that you’re hanging with now.
I guess I’ll be honest.
I could use you around.
I could use you around.
I could use you around now.

My friends all say he’s just a b-rate version of me;
he’s stuck on video games and weed.
They’re just trying to help me get to sleep.

My friends all say you’re sitting way too close to me,
that I should just get up and leave.
It’s like I’m weighed down to the seat.

My friends all say he’s just the broke [bad word] version of me.
They’re just trying to help me get some sleep.
I know he’s what you need.

I guess I’m just down.
I guess I’ll be honest.
I could use you around.
I can’t stand the dork that you’re hanging with now.
I guess I’ll be honest.
I could use you around