We got our first apartment
Three weeks after high school
Got the grades my college wanted
But can’t graduate from you
We had some disagreements
I broke the lease after four weeks
Hindsight is twenty-twenty
But I can’t see what’s in front of me
Holding on to something that can never be real
Pushing you away because you’re not ideal
Complaining no one checks my boxes
I’m feeling nauseous, lost and
Stuck in a cycle of toxicity
And constant inconsistency
Longing for somebody close
You think I’m such a jerk
Just cuz I know my worth
Holding out for mister perfect
Showed mе you that you’re not worth it
It should be a fucking crime
For you to wastе my fucking time
Wondering what’s wrong, fighting all night long
Over things that’ll never be right
Met you in late October
One year of college left
You’d spend all night at parties
And love me like I’m second best
Wonder why I chose to want you
I swear it wasn’t me
I look in the mirror and wonder
Why the hell I’m consistently
Holding on to something that can never be real
Pushing you away because you’re not ideal
Complaining no one checks my boxes
You think I’m such a jerk
Just cuz I know my worth
Holding out for mister perfect
Showed me you that you’re not worth it
It should be a fucking crime
For you to waste my fucking time
Wondering what’s wrong, fighting all night long
Over things that’ll never be right
But things were never right in the first place
Cuz I could never get past first base
Breaking hearts before they break me
But feeling broken anyway
Thinking if once I can get it right
I could ease myself off the damn lies
Sitting here surrounded by my boxes
Maybe I’m the one who’s boxed in
You think I’m such a jerk (you’re a jerk)
Just cuz I know my worth (no oh)
Holding out for mister perfect
Showed me you that you’re not worth it (no you’re not worth it)
It should be a fucking crime
For you to waste my fucking time (waste my time)
Wondering what’s wrong, fighting all night long (oh)
Over things that’ll never be right