This Tattoo

Come get you shit out of my apartment

Your dirty laundry too

That piece of crap car, I tried to start it

Everything you've touched I'll trash

I've already washed you out my red satin sheets

That's what you get when you cheat

So bite me, you creep

But what do I, what do I

What do I do about this tattoo?

Oh, what do I, what do I

What do I do about this tattoo?

Everyone always asks me about it (what is that?)

It seemed so sweet at the time

You tattooed that loser's name on your arm?

My mom, she told me that I'd be sorry

What are you, retarded?, what's wrong with you?

For once, I'll admit, she was right

Technically there's finally no forever with you

I don't know what you were thinking about Kesha

Really, You're outta my life, the ink has dried

What did I say?

Now what do I, what do I

What do I do about this tattoo?

Oh, what do I, what do I

What do I do, what can I turn it into?

Maybe I can take the E

And turn it into a tree

Or maybe I can take the heart

And turn it into some sort of tribal art

Or just find someone with the same name

Who isn't so lame, La La, who isn't so lame

La La La La La, who isn't so lame

With the same name who isn't so lame

La La La La La, who isn't so lame

What do I, what do I

What do I do about this tattoo?

Oh, what do I, what do I

What do I do about this tattoo?

But what do I, what do I

What do I do, with the same name

Oh, what do I, what do I

What do I do?