get me high and
get me out of here
'cause these sidewalks were
made to throw up on and
i'm taking advantage of
my inability to say no

holding hands with boys who
drink like sailors and
flop like fish 'cause this
city breeds them and tonight i
need them

can't let go of the idea that
in other places the same thing
happens like clockwork and
i hate just being a number so i
put my number as the goddess of
war in your cell phone

didn't want to be just a
silly one night stand that left
me feeling like leftover glitter and
another unsuccessful plan

though i know these friday nights have
claimed me as their own and
all i've got to do is admit it

won't go down without a fight but
now i know that you were right
and i was wrong