Well everything you ever thought
You did right was wrong
And that you were looking for
Was right here all along
Right in front of you
These people who call themselves your friends
Are fake, pretend
Much like your personality
And stupid little mannerisms
That I've grown to hate
The clock's still ticking
How high can we get
Before it all ends
Slow down
And watch her shirt come
Over her shoulders
Slow down
And watch her shirt come
Over her shoulders