Could you see me in a crowd?
I'm wearing a really loud shirt
Would you tie all the 's's together?
Ignore every if and no?
My boyfriend says I can't talk to you anymore
If I had a head where my head is, would you look back
Or laugh?
There are so many kinds of pressure
And I'm bound to crack
I had to wake up to make everything slow down
And in a crowd you look so miserable, you pitiful dog
You cut it all up and arrange it to your taste
I like the new name
I like these new tastes and friends
My boyfriend says I can't talk to you anymore