Lyrics

[Chorus] I miss you when you were a freshman in high school And I was too, sitting behind you in a classroom And at two, you'd get up, and I would get up with you And I was so desperate to grab onto you and pull [Verse 1] I know that you would hate me if I would be honest enough And actually, honestly, I might prefer it to love If you don't wanna gently wet the roof of my mouth I wouldn't mind if you spit on my face at all [Chorus] I liked you, an ignorant freshman in high school And I was too stupid to consider talking to you The same way that you would talk to me after school And I was fifteen times stupider than you [Verse 2] The juxtaposition of your unwashed hair And your filthy mouth, and your dark, blank stare With your shiny new iPhone and your MacBook Air Makes me wanna throw up, and you'll never care [Chorus] There's something cute about being a freshman in high school And masturbating while thinking about someone who hates you And salivating whenever he walks into the room And fucking praying he'll tell you how bad he wants to rape you [Verse 3] And never knowing exactly the way that he feels And savoring the flavor of his fresh, scarred heels And the money that it's worth 'cause of his nicotine withdrawals And doing all of his homework in exchange for being acknowledged [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] I miss you when you were a freshman in high school And I was too, sitting behind you in a classroom And at two, you'd get up, and I would get up with you And I was so desperate to grab onto you