Eighty-nine I smashed your window
Searching through your dresser drawers
Girls like you were always no shows
But I refuse to be ignored
People like me
People like you
No privacy
I’m in your room
I found a cardboard box of photographs
There’s black and white and shades of gray
Could make you pay for all the fun I never had
It ends in nothing either way
People like me
People like you
No privacy
I’m in your room
Now that I have you alone
Now that I have you exposed
I am complete
And I am cruel
People like me
People like you
No privacy
I’m in your room