Spell It Out

I'll gather all bad things and i'll force them into this day

From the minute i stepped, it became a shit party

So i go home

You don't need petty hi's to help you spell it out

You can try, but it won't help me

This got me all dressed up

But i talk like someone just passed

And then my cheeks get hot

I really miss what i do have

So i go home

You don't need pretty hi's to help you spell it out

So i go home

I hope the tightness dies before i spell it out

You can try, but it won't help me

When i hear your keys in the bathroom

I'm inadequate

I have had enough and i'm through with all this putting up

I have spent a half year worrying

Now i know nothing good can come from this