Maybe they do it to drive me crazy I don't know But there are words constantly knocking on my skull, lining up, and begging to be chosen I never choose wisely I'm irrational and sometimes I suspect I do it on purpose
I've never been one of those girls, you know, one of those girls who looks happy One of those people that are easily approached I'm uninviting Like a shack at the bottom of a dirt road that's been boarded up and the property line is covered in caution tape
My antiquated style has people baffled My attitude turns people off And when I actually try to be likable, I end up hating myself
If there was a direction to go, I'd take it But every paved path is closed off for construction And pretty soon, there won't be any direction at all Just one place where we stand and never move again