and I'm so sick of seventeen, where's my fucking teenage dream? if someone tells me one more time 'enjoy your youth', I'm gonna cry

the way you sold me for parts, as you sunk your teeth into me, oh

I am light as a feather, I'm as stiff as a board. I pay attention to things that most people ignore

I'm so insecure, I think that I'll die before I drink

all the time, I'm grateful all the time, I'm sexy and I'm kind, I'm pretty when I cry

I'm so tired of being the girl that I am

it's social suicide, wanna curl up and die

and ain't it funny how you said you were friends? now it sure as hell don't look like it

I know I could've stopped it all, God, why didn't I stop it all?

so when you gonna tell her, that we did that, too? she thinks it's special, but it's all reused

good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me, if you ever cared to ask

and I'm not cool, and I'm not smart and I can't even parallel park

there's snow falling over the city, you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made. yeah, you think that you got away

well, I hope I was your favorite crime, your favorite crime, your favorite crime, 'cause, baby, you were mine

I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love

sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic we're laughing over all the noise

I scream inside to deal with it, like: aaah. like: AAAAAAAAAAAAH

and I try to be tough, but I wanna scream, how could anybody do the things you did so easily?

you both have moved on, you don't even talk but I can't help it, I got issues, I can't help it, baby

will I spend all the rest of my years wishing I could go back?

but if you're out there, I hope that you're okay

they say these are the golden years but I wish that I could disappear

you built me up to watch me fall, you have everything and you still want more

yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made, but I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

and I'm playing the victim so well in my head, but it's me who's been making the bed

Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me. you poison every little thing that I do

the things I did, just so I could call you mine. the things you did, well, I hope I was your favorite crime

and I'm so sick of seventeen, where's my fucking teenage dream? if someone tells me one more time 'enjoy your youth', I'm gonna cry

and I hate all my clothes, feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones

'cause loving you is loving every argument you held over my head, brought up the girls you could have instead, said I was too young, I was too soft. can't take a joke, can't get you off. oh, why do I do this? I look so stupid