Nope Your Too Late I Alredy Died

I'm not tryna ruin your fun

You're just a little bit late,

I guess you're already done

There's this feeling I can't shake

'cause I'm too dumb

I'm never doing the right thing, so I'm so stuck

If you see me in America, I might say, "Hi"

But if you meet me out in Europe, I'm a talkative guy

Maybe we'll talk over scones around lunch some time

And I've never been to France, so it might be nice

But I can't take this paparazzi, jeez

It's like the camera's always out and always starin' at me

And if I say the wrong thing, they'll cut my tongue 'til it bleeds

Always whippin' out their pitchforks when you try to speak (But that couldn't be me)

Next day I'm walkin' the road

Kickin' rocks, it's my fault

My life's the worst story told

I'll be this way 'til I'm old

I rip a page out the book

I'm just so misunderstood

I always think about her

And when my life felt good

I smoked a cig' on the porch

It doesn't help me at all

I wonder, "What's it all for?

Is this the girl I adored?"

And I know I can't afford

Watchin' her walk out the door

So I keep it to myself

And keep my feet on the floor