You ruined all my favorite bands
Every time I sing along I always see your hands
That perfect skin against my sweaty palms
And your face of discontent always made me feel so small

You abused all my favorite books
I know you never read half the ones you took
Still all the pages are torn and frayed
Memorized the underlined hoping to impress me

But it won't work
I'm not that naive
No, we won't work
You just don't get me