Letra de Fritz Brickle

I ripped my pants, I cut my hand
I'll sit through the worst local bands
If I can get to you, I won't know what to do
I got up late, forgot to pee
I feel sorry you talk to me
'Cause that's what scumbags do
And I'm a scumbag too
We never talk, I get upset
I'm willing to make a bet
That we are one in the same
So I'll just take the blame
Not good enough to have no doubt
When I talk I tend to shout
'Cause I'm a piece of shit
Who never learned to quit
Should I be obsessed? Knowing i'll get the second best option for me
It's so easy to see when you have your contacts in your eyes
And I swear I'm not feeding you lies
That its gotta be this way
But I don't want it to be this way