You say you’d like to be my friend

But now you’re on the floor again

Keep talking ‘bout the bitter end

Like suicide is just another trend

Your boyfriend only makes you cry

and you won’t seem to let me ask you why

Just turn a blind eye, pretend none of the rules apply

Pretend none of the rules apply

A girl with perfect timing

In a dress with silver lining on the stairs

Waiting for a man who’d only show up if he cared at all

And we could both agree that life would be much different if you were me

So where do you want to be when he comes home?

What do you want to be when you grow old?

A girl with perfect timing

In a dress with silver lining on the stairs

Waiting for a man who’d only show up if he cared at all

And we could both agree that life would be much different if you were me (if you were me)

So where do you want to be when he comes home? (When he comes home, when he comes home)

What do you want to be when you grow old?