They say, "All's well that ends well" but I'm in a new hell every time
You double-cross my mind
You said, "If we had been closer in age, maybe it would've been fine"
And that made me want to die
The idea you had of me, who was she?
A never-needy, ever lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you.
Not weeping in a party bathroom
Some actress asking me what happened, you
That's what happened, you
You who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes
Sipping coffee like you're on a late-night show
Then he watched me watch the front door all night, willing you to come
And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turning 21".