Tuesday I saw you in a new way
With your infatuate and you walked right past me
I tripped you when I stuck my foot out
I felt like a loser
But you looked like one, so I felt better

I went to your house
To see how you were doing
I asked for a ride home
I wasn't talking about sex
But you convinced me

I used to talk to you every day
We were friends and I know life changes
Together we never mattered anyway
You're white trash and I'm better off alone