Lyrics

Moved from outta state, but she still feels outta place In her own skin, her own skin Just a couple feet away, but she don't know what to say Yeah, she's frozen, frozen She laid out her outfit on the floor A pocket full of pills she's popped before And she'd take 'em at the house party next door If she was invited But she knows she's lying When She says She's got plans, but nothings set in stone, oh, woah She spent All night waiting by the telephone They don't call, these four walls Remind her of tears she cried in high school bathroom stalls She said "Am I really that forgettable?" Oh, woah Dressed up, fake smile But it just don't hide how she really feels 'bout everyone She gotta act all night and swallow her pride With another handful of medicine She laid out her outfit on the floor A pocket full of pills she's popped before And she'd take 'em at the house party next door If she was invited But she knows she's lying When She says She's got plans but nothings set in stone, oh, woah She spent All night waiting by the telephone They don't call, these four walls Remind her of tears she cried in high school bathroom stalls She said "Am I really that forgettable?" Oh, woah She said She said "Am I really that forgettable?" "Am I really that forgettable?" Oh, woah
Writer(s): Roger Samuel Kleinman, Mason Benjamin Rupper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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