Lyrics

I'm at fourteen percent and you still haven't finished complaining About how you couldn't take your tongue out of him I'm building a castle out of sheets And you said you're finally done with me And stop being, so condescending About every complain that I make You're condescending And I'm overwhelming And I couldn't wait to make you explode Watch you spill like confetti on to the street And I'd rip out my teeth, make all the girls scream And my friends would all say I looked like I belonged Back in middle school detention And I swore for a second I wished it were true I don't need you, I don't need this I just need to feel young again