Nobody's Favorite Person, Not Even My Own

Excuses, excuses, they're all so fuckin' 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 14 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 fuckin' useless How can you be sorry when I still feel all these bruises? How can you be sorry when I still feel all these b-? 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