Nobody’s Favorite Person, Not Even My Own Lyrics
Excuses, excuses
They’re all so fucking useless
How can you be sorry when I still feel all these bruises?
How can you be sorry when I still feel all these bruises?
Dreams won’t come true in a pawn shop
Got me wipin’ my nose at the bus stop
Not sorry, just sorry that I got caught
Got too cautious to speak
And that ain’t even like me
Clean my conscience with bleach
‘Cause no one really likes me
Pounding at my door, it’s 2 a.m., you left fourteen calls unanswered
Call me immature, I’m so impressed with the game you manufactured
Got too cautious to speak
And that ain’t even like me
Clean my conscience with bleach
‘Cause no one really likes me
Good girl, get on your knees
Covered in her tattoos
Stay still, do as I please
Remind me why I love you
Excuses, excuses
They’re all so fucking useless
How can you be sorry when I still feel all these bruises?
How can you be sorry when I still feel all these?
Got too cautious to speak
And that ain’t even like me
Clean my conscience with bleach
‘Cause no one really likes me
Good girl, get on your knees
Covered in her tattoos
Stay still, do as