You told me straight when I was five that I was just a little shit and lucky to be alive But I'd learned that way back when I was four Now I don't want to fuck off anymore
You tried new ways to say it when I was twelve Like, "Leave me alone" "Go play in traffic" "Get lost" "Go to hell" You locked me out of the house Wrote it on the door Now I don't want to fuck off anymore
I tried to sort it out when I was ten But you never laid a hand on me, and you didn't do it then No, not one hand It was two words and a 2x4 But I don't want to fuck off anymore
You could call me up to tear me down Since I'm still taking your advice, do you miss having me around? I may be bitter, lonely, tired and sore But I don't want to fuck off anymore
