She said, "Why don't you put that one In a history-book poem so I can hate it." I really want an official copy of that statement I never met anyone who wanted So badly to be hated You're like Ketamine You get me so sedated And all those hate-filled blogs that I know are all about me And to be honest, true They're getting pretty mean Well I'm good at avoiding things and bleeding into the scenery When you were drunk, trying to get balance I'm an adult but then I saw your matress Gonna make you feel like a slow dance Tryna make you feel like romance While I had another number written in the palm of my hand Well I'm trying to be honest Now you're calling me out on it Now you're calling all my friends askin' Where is Drew Thompson If they knew, they'd tell you, But what that really means is "get a clue" I'm an adult but then I saw your matress Gonna make you feel like a slow dance Tryna make you feel like romance I saw a picture of your boyfriend on the nightstand