Nope your too late i already died

I'm not tryna ruin your fun
You're just a little bit late, I guess you're already done
There's this feelin' I can't shake 'cause I'm too dumb
I'm never doin' the right thing, so I'm so stuck
If you see me in America, I might say: Hi
But if you meet me out in Europe, I'm a talkative guy
Maybe we'll talk over scones around lunch some time
And I've never been to France, so it might be nice
But I can't take this paparazzi, geez
It's like the camera's always out and always starin' at me
And if I say the wrong thing, they'll cut my tongue till it bleeds
Always whippin' out their pitchforks when you try to speak
But that couldn't be me

Next day I'm walkin' the road, kickin' 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 now, when my life felt good
I smoked a cig on the porch, it doesn't help me at all
I'm wonderin', what's it all for? Is this the girl I adore?
And I know I can't afford watchin' her walk out the door
So I keep it to myself and keep my feet on the floor