I write to believe that I am here But where do I go when nobody's home? I can't even call, who will be there to pick up the phone? I want to believe that I could be saved Just like what the pastor said to me when I was three I wonder how he is, how are the dogs? And mother, I'll never give you my real number And I'd hate to be like your sister Funny how family reminds us we're free I'll drive by my old school To remind myself that I was such a lucky motherfucker Thank God, I don't have to be in that shit hole no more And if I could choose, I would never let you near me I'd pick chemistry, not that shitty TLE class If we meet again, I'd never look at you Why would I look at you? Why would I look at you? Why would I look at you? Why would you look at me? I'm not the one who took your eraser It was Sally or Nova, or maybe even Peter Maybe you're as fucked as you believe yourself to be 'Cause the truth is you never did love me And the truth is you never did love me The truth is you never did love me