Get depressed, blow off my friends
Then cry about how no one likes me
Scared to get a therapist
What if they crash my pity party?
I'm self-aware and say my prayers
That's my two redeeming qualities
And I'm so good at faking it
Guess that makes a three
Rot on my couch thinking about everything I'm not
And I cry about my problems while I know I'm the cause
So much bitterness inside me,
all the sweets wearing off
Put it nicely,
pretty baby,
you just need to grow up
Eighteen, what a waste, what a loser Maybe
she tried, she'd be cooler
She's such a bitch,
a lot of talking * About the girl in the mirror
Watch out,
go write a song,
Mr. Nolly Braun Tryna be a punk rock singer
Staring at the walls of my room Honestly,
I think I might crack
Nine p.m.,
tucked in my bed Yeah,
it's hard being a teenage dirtbag
Listening to Gwen Stefani Cause I'm so original
And brought up such a genius Singing about how I hate myself
Rot in my bed thinking about everything I'm not And I cry about my
problems while I know I'm the cause So much bitterness inside me,
all the sweets wearing off Put it nicely,
pretty baby,
you just need to grow up
Eighteen, what a waste, what a loser
Maybe if she tried, she'd be cooler
She's such a bitch,
a lot of talking * About the girl in the mirror
Watch out,
go write a song,
Mr. Nolly Braun Tryna be a punk rock singer
Love me,
love me,
what a loser
Nobody likes you when you're eighteen And nobody's felt this way,
it's just me
The girl at the rock show and the nosebleed
Just another blank one, ain't it hard to be
Eighteen, what a waste, what a loser Maybe
if she tried, she'd be cooler
She's such a bitch,
a lot of talking * About the girl in the mirror
Watch out,
go write a song,
Mr. Nolly Braun Tryna be a punk rock singer
Love me, love me, what a loser
Go write a song,
Mr. Nolly Braun Tryna be a punk rock singer
Go write a song,
just another blonde Tryna be a punk rock singer