BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOLED GIRL

(Ab)Cat

got my (Ab)tongue,

and I don’t (Ab)think I get a long with an y (Ab)one.

(Ab)Blood

run ning (Ab)cold,

I’m on the out side of the great est in side (Ab)joke.

And I (Ab)hate

all my (Ab)clothes.

Feels like my (Ab)skin does n’t fit right o ver my (Ab)bones.

So I (Ab)guess

I should (Ab)go.

The par ty’s (Ab)done and I’m no fun, I know, I (Ab)know, I know, I know.

I broke a glass, I tripped and fell, I told se crets I should n’t tell, I stum bled o ver all my words.

I made it weird, I made it (Ab)worse.

Each time I (C)step out side,

it’s so cial (C)su i cide.

It’s so cial su i cide.

Wan na curl up and die.

It’s so cial su i cide.

Ah,

ah,

ah.

I (Ab)laughed at the wrong time, sat with the wrong guy.

(Ab)Search ing how to start a con ver sa tion on a web site.

(Ab)Talked to this hot guy, swore I was his type.

(Ab)Guess that he was mak ing out with boys, like, the whole night.

Ev ’ry thing I do is trag ic.

Ev ’ry guy I like is gay.

The morn ing af ter I pan ic: “Oh God, what did I say?” Wan na curl up and die.

It’s so cial su i cide.

Yeah, when I’m a lone I’m fine, but don’t let me out at night.

It’s so cial su i cide.

It’s so cial su i cide.

Ah,

ah,

ah.

Ah,

I broke a glass, tripped and (C)fell, told se crets I should n’t tell,

stum bled o ver all my words.

Made it weird, I made it (Ab)worse.