| I thought
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| I would be good by now
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| I’d have it figured all out
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| We’d skip the scenic route
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| And oh well
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| At least I never lied
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| Still, I’m always the bad guy
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| So much for being nice
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be someone who makes you happy
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| Then lets you down, we’ll both feel crappy
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| I’ll hate your friends when this shit ends
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| Well, alright
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| And I don’t wanna make your mama cry at dinner
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| And see her at the mall next winter
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| At Supercuts, she hates my guts
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| Well, alright
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| Well, I don’t
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| Don’t need a hand to hold
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| Don’t need you to console me
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| It’s honestly getting old
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| Well, I’ve thought
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| There’s so many places we could go
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| Well, maybe I’m better off at home
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| Maybe I’m better on my own
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be someone who makes you happy
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| Then lets you down, we’ll both feel crappy
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| I’ll hate your friends when this shit ends
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| Well, alright
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| And I don’t wanna make your mama cry at dinner
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| And see her at the mall next winter
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| At Supercuts, she hates my guts
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| Well, alright
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| Find me drowning in this bullshit again
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| Started something that we’re just gonna end
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| Wonder if we would be better as friends
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| But we won’t
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be someone who makes you happy
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| Then lets you down, we’ll both feel crappy
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| I’ll hate your friends when this shit ends
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| Well, alright
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| And I don’t wanna make your mama cry at dinner
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| And see her at the mall next winter
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| At Supercuts, she hates my guts
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| Well, alright |