I'm sick of all this: How'd you get your band name?
Is that your real first name?
Can you text and can you follow back 'cause it's my birthday?
No one cares what I want, just what I've got
And if we sit and count it up, it's really not a lot

So when are you gonna sing for me?
When are you gonna drink for me?
I don't know, I don't know
So when are you gonna sing for me?
Ruinin' me completely
It's true, ooh, ooh

I miss having sex but at least I don't wanna die anymore
And I think that's pretty cool
I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush, hey
But I think it's fine, it's cool
But I think it's fine, it's cool

My hobbies include
Pushing away these girls that maybe really like me
Cutting people off because I don't trust exciting
But what the fuck have I done?
I'm not even an icon
But I still get death threats often
So their meaning starts to soften

When are you gonna sing for me?
When are you gonna drink for me?
I don't know, I don't know
So when are you gonna sing for me?
Ruinin' me completely
It's true, ooh, ooh

I miss having sex but at least I don't wanna die anymore
And I think that's pretty cool
I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush, hey
But I think it's fine, it's cool
I miss having sex but at least I don't wanna die anymore
And I think that's pretty cool
I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush
But I think it's fine, it's cool

But I think it's fine, it's cool
But I think it's fine, it's cool
But I think it's fine, it's cool
But I think it's fine, it's cool
But I think it's fine, it's cool
But I think it's fine, it's cool
But I think it's fine, it's cool