I got condoms in my pocket And I'll talk to you just like I don't So don't choke On all the hurt and pain and feelings All the shit that I've been dealing with It makes me sick All the mud that I dragged you through All those wasted white shoes And I end up back at the grocery store With no wallet in my pocket and my head out the door And I hope you don't pretend like you Fucking get me I hope you fucking tell yourself that you Never met me I hope you don't pretend that you fucking get me I hope you fucking tell yourself that you Never met me Oh Wah oh- Wah oh Oohhhh...