Batavia, NY

Could this party be any more depressing?

Because I'm sure that bragging about your band doesn't make you look sweet

I'm just searching for a way out of this high school excuse for drinking

I can't pretend that everyone here is actually my friend

I'm wasting in some sort of teen movie party scene

While the guys on the back porch fake popularity

If I lied, I could say you look all right,

But your eyes are something that I can blame on the lighting

I can't pretend that everyone here is actually my friend

Just breaking your backs to fit in

I've broken my back enough times trying to fit in

I promise your bad tattoos won't make me like you

I'm certain your bad tattoos won't me like you

I can't pretend that everyone here is actually my friend

(I can't pretend)

Just breaking your backs to fit in

(That everyone here is actually my friend)

I've broken my back enough times trying to fit in