I know how this looks and I'm sorry

But this is also really hard for me

Jackson said that you get jealous easily

Turns out you had every reason to be

'Cause I'd spend nights on his porch

Wondering when he'd lean in more

Helping him plan his grand gestures for you

And I never even got a thank you

I overheard you two last night, leaning on your truck

The night before my biggest tennis match, it's just my luck

You were poking fun at my instability

I thought I was his damsel but I'm his liability

I lost my tennis match

My mom was so mad, so mad, so mad, so mad

But my mind is taken by your truck, the color of his eyes

Where you leaned, and laughed and lied

You love to bend the truth

You keep details vague and loose

But Luci, who is more unstable

If when I speak, you fable?

You must have made up such a lie

For his dad to like you that much, and I

I've done nothing but repair, and he still won't have me there

Jackson said not to take it personally, but I know that I'm a liability

I hope you two are very happy

You'll have no liability

Tell Jackson not to worry, not that he would but if he should ask

About me just tell him, that Pretty Polly's alright

Even if it's just another lie

Just tell him I'll be fine