Tracy's in her room
With a bottle of alcohol in her sock drawers
Taken for a fool
She cries and tries to forget the words she spoke to her
I owe you
Now it's quarter to two
She's a bleacher away from her, and the night bleeds blue
She really thinks it's true
She doesn't know that she's out of line if she says it too
Saying I love you
Tracy's in her room
With a bottle of alcohol in her sock drawer
Taken for a fool
She cries and tries to forget the words she spoke to her
Singing I hate you