You're so unoriginal for leaving me on read
Know you peaked in high school, but it still gets to your head
Hot can only take you as far as my bed
Well, at least we got that
It's not your fault your looks are ridiculous
Just your fault you're not living up to it
Oh my God, it's right at your fingertips
Oh, oh, oh
What a waste of a face like yours
What a shame, you were nothing more
Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater
A future as dry as the desert
With your hands on my body, I swear, you're my type
When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die
What a waste of a face like yours
You're so trigger-happy when you speak about yourself
I love watching you talk, but, baby, listening is hell
You seem so good on paper, but you're boring as Excel
And that math don't add up
It's not your fault your looks are ridiculous
Just your fault you're not living up to it
Oh my God, it's right at your fingertips
Oh, oh, oh
What a waste of a face like yours
What a shame, you were nothing more
Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater
A future as dry as the desert
With your hands on my body, I swear, you're my type
When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die
What a waste of a face like yours
(Like yours)
Watching love up from the bleachers
Tired of being a cheerleader
Picking petals for a keeper
But I'm running out of flowers
What a waste of a face like yours
What a shame, you were nothing more
Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater
A future as dry as the desert
With your hands on my body, I swear, you're my type
When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die
What a waste (what a waste)
Of a face (of a face) like yours
Oh-oh-oh