i've only got one friend anymore,
and it's even sadder than it sounds
if i told better jokes and left my house more,
maybe the rest of them would have stuck around
but it's okay
because my only friend, she's nice and she's pretty
and she lets me braid her hair

i spend more nights than i'd like to admit,
crying and watching re-runs of friends all by myself
my dog died last summer, i've still got her ashes in a little jar up on my shelf
and that's really ******* weird, and i'm really ******* weird
but it's okay

i don't know what i would do without pretentious poetry
or strawberry ice cream or female-fronted bands

i'm an artist but i can't draw, i just cry and pretend it's something
i have an ex-boyfriend who eggs my car every weekend
i've made more enemies than friends,
i'm the most popular girl at my high school, and that's why i stopped showing up to class

maybe i'd be happier if i did yoga and said words like "peace and love"