I'm home again
And your face is what I don't see, I guess
But I can't compete, with ten years, and a guy more f*cked up than me
I think I might of had it
I'm going to lose it
If not today, than this time next year
So rumor has it
That your calling out sick I guess towards the end of the week
So you didn't wear makeup, hoping that everyone would think
That you, look sickly
You look so good to me, and god knows it wasn't meant to be