What the hell is the problem with people
Every day they insist that someone else is to blame
Rich white kids make songs in their bedrooms
While the pets they don't deserve sit silent & tame
I swear to god, my house is a nightmare
I spent my afternoon watching a show that I hate
Anxious again, my dog's complainin'
And I'm waitin', cause I'm cold & it's raining
And I'm sure she can wait...
Oh f*ck, I guess, I'm people, too
Oh f*ck, 'cause that's, what people do
Cross my eyes, and wish to die
'Cause girl I swore off of, came to me cryin'
I know better than to hope, but in this case, I know
I'm an exception, the rules don't apply to me
It could work out, I'm too blind to see that
F*ck, I guess, I'm people, too
Oh f*ck, 'cause that's, what people do
F*ck, I guess, I'm people, too
Oh f*ck, 'cause that's, what people do