I’ve been known to fall in love too quick
Just another name among romantics
Who can never be quite serious
And I’m a bit vicarious

I skimmed the book and I missed the plot
But I know that Jesus died a lot
It’s another gross night on the bus
These lowly nights are hilarious

When you’re friends are out with their love interests
And you’re sitting alone in your room, getting pissed
It’s hard to see that they still love you
When the lies you told just aren’t true!

They’re getting married in Hawaii and too bad that you’re not invited!

The 14th of the 2nd month of the year, I always drink a lot
And it never helped me get any better
I always feel like shit right after

The sleeping pills make boring nights
Full of cans of Pabst or a Coors Light
I wish it was easy to get to know you
My head’s so fucked and I couldn’t tell you

It’s my fear of love that makes me quit
But I know that I’m just sick of it
I thought it'd easy to keep my voice down
I'll try my best to cover my frown

And it seems like I just don’t know how to feel so open
And I can’t see how I missed this little quirk so blindly
Maybe I would have more luck if I just stop lying
Trying to be cool and be funny while I’m saying “I love dying.”

I’m a known commitaphobe romantic
‘Cause the people I date always end up shit
I’m a big, obnoxious oxymoron
Be a dear and keep the lights on

I skimmed the book and I missed the plot
But I know that I get fucked a lot
And I’m this close to giving up
But I’m this close cleaning my act

The 14th of the 2nd month of the year, I always drink a lot
And it never helped me get any better
I always feel like shit right after

And it seems like I just don’t know how to feel so open
And I can’t see how I missed this little quirk so blindly
Maybe I would have more luck if I just stop lying
Trying to be cool and be funny while I’m saying “I love dying.”