I got condoms in my pocket
And I'll talk to you just like I don't
So don't choke
On all the hurt and pain and feelings
All the shit that I've been dealing with
It makes me sick
All the mud that I dragged you through
All those wasted white shoes
And I end up back at the grocery store
With no wallet in my pocket and my head out the door
And I hope you don't pretend like you
Fucking get me
I hope you fucking tell yourself that you
Never met me
I hope you don't pretend that you fucking get me
I hope you fucking tell yourself that you
Never met me
Oh
Wah oh- Wah oh
Oohhhh...