Make sure you point your finger at me

Make sure you know just how horrible I am to you

No wait, make it a gun yea

Yeah that seems far more appropriate

It's my song,

I'll say what I want to

I was caught in your headlights

And now I wish

I wish I was hit

I've done my share of crawling

I'm sick of it

I'm sick of payment

Yea I'm pretty good at talking to walls yea

You're so ignorant

And it seems like my voice is dying

Well let's say

I'm dead in the hallway

Would you even bother to pick me up?

No don't even waste time trying

I was caught in your headlights

And now I wish

I wish I was hit

I've done my share of crawling

I'm sick of it

I'm sick of payment

And yea I'm better off with her

Yea she seems more different

And I'm not sure on what to call it

And yea she's pretty good at this one thing

I think it's called caring

Oh it's something you should try more often

Baby you're so close

This is what you get

Make sure you point your finger at me

Make sure you know just how horrible I am to you

No wait, make it a gun yea

That seems far more appropriate

It's my song,

I'll say what I want to