I'm not tryna ruin your fun, you're just a little bit late
I guess you're already done, what's this feeling I can't shake
'Cause I'm too dumb
I'm never doing the right thing, so I'm so stuck
If you see me in America, come say hi
But if you meet me out in Europe I'm a talkative guy
Maybe we'll talk over scones around lunch sometime
And I've never been to France so it might be nice
But I can't take these paparazzi, jeez
It's like the camera's always out and always staring at me
And if I say the wrong thing, they'll cut my tongue 'till it bleeds
Always whipping out their pitchforks when you try to speak
But that couldn't be me
Next day I'm walking the road, kicking rocks, it's my fault
My life's the worst story told, I'll be this way 'till I'm old
I rip a page out the book, I'm just so misunderstood
I always think about her and when my life felt good
I smoke a cig on the porch, it doesn't help me at all
I wonder "what's it all for?"
Is this the girl I adore?
And I know I can't afford watching her walk out the door
So I keep it to myself, and keep my feet on the floor